I That Expose Heaving Breast To Harrowing Night

I That Expose Heaving Breast To Harrowing Night (BORN FROM NIGHT BATTLES IN YOUTH FIERCELY FOUGHT) I that expose heaving breast to harrowing night Daring to curse fate, defying its awesome might Live in this world as an old and cold lonesome stone After midnight face those horrendous beastly moans Do so despite broken sword and battered shield Fight in dark realms, void of any flowering fields. With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope. Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope. I that have deep, gashing wounds that refuse to heal See the busy, blinded crowds wonder how that feels Thank our God for that respite born from words of praise Summon angels to sing out to him God did raise Asking that I may live to see another day. With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope. Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope. I that expose heaving breast to harrowing night Daring to curse fate, defying its awesome might Live in this world as an old and cold lonesome stone After midnight face those horrendous beastly moans Do so despite broken sword and battered shield Fight in dark realms, void of any flowering fields. With ancient scarred shield, and heaping acres of hope. Scribed with Latin words, proclaiming truth to cope. Robert J. Lindley, August 11th 1996 Rhyme ( In quibus virtus et fides coniunguntur ad victoriam reportandam ) Note: 12-18-2021 Found this poem from back in the 90's while researching past creations to inspire myself to write today. And I did write today but then I decided to go ahead and present this oldie. I hope it may inspire somebody and give courage to endure travails this dark world may have thrown their way..--RJL