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As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight

Sonnet doubles series, For Only Inflamed Passion, Can This Death Explain She hung a huge millstone around my neck breaking my world asunder, my life wreck I first found love's glory in her dark eyes later to found out our love she denies! Bound fast and trapped in her sexy allure lost in ardor thinking her angel pure I walked for her a torn, jagged mile all for a kiss and her promising smile! With swirling world shattered she laughed at me her ample bosom swelling up with glee All the more my immense desires raged on until I slow bled out cut to the bone! Yes, her sexy body drove me insane Only inflamed passion, this death explains. Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019 Sonnet, ( A Gruesome Death Brought On By Love ) ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ As He Still Sees, Poison Arrow In Flight As that poison arrow his heart entered he saw love broken, as its truth splintered only seconds to think he cried out loud it is you my love under that black shroud. She shuttered, her heart about to explode light exposed terrible lies she had told he saw her evil and wanted to leave she would play her part and soon truly grieve. She bent over and kissed his dying brow asking, can you my evil- see it now Last words, uttered in heartbroken pain Yes love, and your dark will always remain. They say his grave deep-moans on moonlit nights As he still sees, poison arrow in flight. Robert J. Lindley, 7-13-2019 Sonnet, ( The Blacken Curse That Was Her Wicked Name )

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Date: 7/15/2019 5:19:00 PM
A torn jagged mile! A grave moaning on moonlit nights! Oh, I love these images. A beautiful pair playing a gothic drama on poet's black palette.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 7/18/2019 5:48:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I find that dark poetry gives free rein to imagination and even dreams of realms that are hidden from our views as we journey through life.

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