Angry Shots At the Bright Howling New Moon
Angry Shots At The Bright Howling New Moon
He saw in himself, door into the dark.
An empty house with wicked black windows.
Such dreaded truth, he thought a brilliant spark,
lightning caged there for use by brave heroes.
Death, that odd illusion he did deny,
why give it power and leeway too soon?
Dismiss it as Nature's dark scheming lie,
angry shots at the bright howling new moon.
Had he traveled on after others died?
Invincible to the pain of death's bite,
immune to sorrow and fate's cut applied.
Blind in misery, never wanting sight!
He saw himself, a man with no real home.
A shadow destined this bleak world to roam.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 105
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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