Aspirations Born From Deep, Weeping Tears
Aspirations Born From Deep, Weeping Tears
In his land of anguished, slow dying moans
red-blood tides and dark demonic tones
dawns of heartbreak, desperation in graves
faint sad echoes that cry, please this life save!
In nightmarish dreams, ghosts of ghastly scenes
hideous horrid beauty, death that screams
vaults of agony, beneath wretched skies
hot burnt ashes from life's merciless cries.
In his pleading hopes, forgiveness eludes
changing winds, sweet blessings that love includes
desires of romantic lips, nighttime bliss
dearest gentle touch of her morning kiss.
Aspirations born from deep, weeping tears
Bring forth memories of her, and lost years.
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 9th, 1979
Sonnet, ( Born from reading Poe and life that has stabbed so deeply )
( Given as the Raven mocked the dying twilights )
A £ fectus morbosi sunt in tenebris in lucem vitae.
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