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.