As Blacken Monsters Paint Themselves As Glowing White, Dedicated To, Ghost Writer

As Blacken Monsters Paint Themselves As Glowing White, Dedicated to, Ghost Writer As darkness wields its deep slashing demonic blades, sanity seems to be malignant tour de force, corruption flows along hiding in wicked shades as malicious malady on a tragic course! One must hold steady if life is true to liven. For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven. As evil dances in its guises and parades slicing innocent hearts to laugh and watch them bleed, from black abyss, spring such malevolent charades beastly feedings to sate arrogant selfish needs! One must hold steady if life is true to liven. For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven. As blacken monsters paint themselves as glowing white and too many simply refuse to this farce see, do we flee, abandon others to hidden blight does land race away from the waves of crashing sea? One must hold steady if life is true to liven. For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven. As life, its beauty, its sweet treasures offer up and our deepest hope and dear dreams are ours to keep, dare we in defiance, from adversity sup or silently yield to darkness, too scared to sleep? One must hold steady if life is true to liven. For we face truth, if sin is to be forgiven. Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2020 Rhyme, Dedication poem ( A Poetic Answer To Greg Barden's Poem, ("Ghost Writer")