Fear Ye Not the Bloody Monsters Unholy Ball
Fear Ye Not The Bloody Monsters Unholy Ball
Dance gaily under the sweetest sublime moonlight
While Autumn its too many dead-falling leaves sheds
Hold not onto nasty tales of witches midnight
Or the monster ball where the demons are well fed
Walk the forest path fearing no blood thirsty hounds
Nor coming Titans and Zeus' unholy dead beasts
The Greeks have buried the old giants in large mounds
While the warlocks throw a banquet, unholy feast.
Walk that dangerous path with sword and shield proudly
Your brain on high alert and your eyes all seeing
Sing to Mother Nature too and our God loudly
For those brave in faith will find courage in being.
Dance gaily under the sweetest sublime moonlight.
Hold not onto nasty tales of witches midnight.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
6-09-2023
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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