Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes

Shall we march: into nights so darkly bound;
And within storms raging the foamy seas;
Rests the power of dark fury unbound,
And desperation in the Fallen's pleas.

Bitter sweet the glories the gods have sent
Small solace unto man's eternal quest,
Wherein the stones dropped are the punishment
And prideful glory is lukewarm at best.

The Valiant are led down a blackened road
In vanity, they sing hollow tunes.
Upon false mountains, lies their sad abode
And truth lay buried in their black sand dunes.

Where age turns their shining armor to rust.
Roams, a dark beast nobody can dare trust.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015

Note- Tis late night--my muse cried out, shut up and write!
A sonnet, to ease a grieving soul and truth takes its toll.


Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	102

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Sara Kendrick November 30, 2015 at 7:47 AM I especially like the summary lines(last two lines)..Bad that age turned the armor to rust and not to polished silver or gold..Enjoyed reading..Sonnets are one of my favorite forms..Sara..Thanks for stopping by and for the invite to collaborative poem..