Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets

Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets Are you still lurking, in sad corners of many minds taunting them with your charms; wrapping their lonely hearts into deep dark binds while desperately laughing at deserted farms? Are you still cursing sweet red sunsets with salty voice and fast fleeing jabs; shouting into blowing winds filled with jets and still practicing with sharp dagger stabs? Do you still chase fantastic shadow dancers across those wide and deadly dark fields, summoning up friendly demon prancers clashing in battle with swords and bloody shields? Yes! Your evil life has been all misery and sad woes worn shoes with no heels and cut out toes! Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2016 Note --Re-worked a very old sunset poem today. With hindsight I asked different questions of that past ghost. Answers were echoed back in laughs, sneers and wicked little snickers.