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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When Long Shadows Leave Place Of Their Hidden Abode When long shadows leave place of their hidden abode of courageous hearts and great brave tales are told for within man's savagery lurks souls worth saving despite enormity of man's misbehaving! Where heart dearest of desires and world's darkness meets Are oft found fields of deep love or ashen defeats! When shadows are victorious and gaily leave epic the sorrows of those left to sadly grieve as neither lights from bright sun nor glittering stars can absolve evilest deeds or such bitter scars For deep within broken hearts, life shattering dreams Oft remains dark hate that fails to ones soul redeem! Where shadows in dancing groups and glory retreat rests dark scavengers to bow at victories feet as clamorous dens echoes their ravenous feasts innocent children go to sleep fearing such beasts Can it be that all mankind has such beasts within Born inward hidden as punishment for its sins! Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018 Rhyme Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse? I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house.. Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!
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