In My Dreams of Death
In My Dreams Of Death
In my dreams of death, my desires create
not a bright, merciful angel there brought.
Dread of death instills fears that permeate
this tired mind and dark trap in which its caught.
Alas! No waking wisdom can there sway
lost soul to embrace blessed saving light.
For power of night's dark defeats bright day
as black shadows rage forth to slash and bite.
Battle starts, alone with two empty hands
night-fear bellows out, you have no power.
Look at these massive monsters night commands
while you cowardly beg dawn's coming hour!
In my dreams of death, my desires create
not a bright, merciful angel there brought.
Robert J. Lindley, ( aka- Tyr), 10-29-2016
Note- Written and offered in the spirit of the Halloween season and with my admiration of the greatest dark poetry ever written--that of Edgar Allen Poe.
Last edited by Tyr- Today at 09:36 AM.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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