He Walked Midnight Sands, In Deserts of Black Light

He Walked Midnight Sands, In Deserts Of Black Light He walked midnight sands, in deserts of black light along old ghostly trails with shadows glowing bright Never wavering or in doubt, heart blackest black assured by horrific cries, knew he was on track With blood-red lusting eyes, grievous moans gave that glee far better their sweet pain, than kindness within he. On to canyons of agonies, sweet their sad moans tormented by his friends, so dear were crying groans His favorite rest stop, large shining pools of red into it with a huge hop, soaking up the dread Relieved of his need, he sought swiftest return mercy's call paid no heed, he cried let them all burn! Back through black midnight sands, his evil thus sated Into his lonesome grave, his darkness was fated. R.J. Lindley, Halloween, 1978 Dark Sonnet, 12/12.. Note- (1978) Evil thrives in this dark and brutal world. This is an imaginative poetic look into the black hearts and wicked minds/souls of people that embrace the darkness and die without ever seeing the Truth and the Light. New Note- ( 10/29-2018) Forty years have now flown by since this was first composed(in my youth)and evil still thrives in the deeds and the unmerciful hearts of the wicked. For when absent of Truth and Light, man turns to the dark and the evil that exerts such power in this world.