Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Banquet At the Dark Knight's Castle

Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle

Your damned lies, 
      cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
      'tis but a game...

Hold your false crown,
      bow at cloven feet
In glee you drown
      innocence's defeat...
	  
Your beastly black,
      a cloak you wear
Fairness you lack
      harm without care...
	 
Pound your sad drums,
      dance as dark knight
Eat molded crumbs
      expand your blight...
	  
Your damned lies, 
      cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
      'tis but a game...
   
Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2020
Rhyme, ( As The Waning Moon Sheds Its Golden Skin )

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M. L. Kiser March 1, 2020 at 6:15 PM Megalomaniacs live in their dark games; they are only out for number one, no matter how they insist they aren't; well penned honest write. Robert Lindley March 4, 2020 at 8:32 AM Thank you my friend. Truth is some prefer darkness and their little games over that of honor and decency, imho. God bless..