Fear Not, My Daggers Are Plunged and Never Thrown

Fear Not, My Daggers Are Plunged And Never Thrown When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades I loose me those restraints, set words into parades. Not a tender child, I have seen fire-burnt hearts held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs. Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose now when world fights me, I fight back- anything goes! Tender vanities, consumed by darkened fires entire forests are ash now, tho' thirst still inspires. Fear not, my daggers are plunged and never thrown that mark of courage, my bravery is well known. Up close, so I see horror in their evil eyes as their darkness understand what it is that dies! When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades I loose me those restraints, set words into parades. Not a tender child, I saw fires burning hearts held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs. Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose now when world fights me, I fight back - anything goes! Robert J . Lindley, 5-02-2018 Rhyme, ( Defiance and Soul) Note- Poem edited, reworked from a 1975 original piece.