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In Whispering Mists, Dying Gods There Grieve

In Whispering Mists, Dying Gods There Grieve Within Shadows casting forth in blackened glow, secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust, there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow far beneath a granite hardened evil crust. Within corridors in ancient temples Time waits for the golden winds of Loves renewed trust sealed up fast and tight, their heavy gates, holding back those deaths found to be unjust. In whispering mists, dying Gods there grieve there time now sadly wasted and ill spent sifting Love's gems through golden sieves, they see far too late, what human Life truly meant. What of legendary Gods, did such beings ever exist oft descending to earth to wreck havoc there or in Hades pits cast all, their divine powers did resist, the glories of faithful worship they deemed fair. Within Shadows casting forth in blackened glow, secret havens hide in heaps of aged dust, there beastly beasts born and wickedly grow far beneath a granite hardened evil crust. Robert J. Lindley, 8-08-2018 Rhyme, ( Of Dead Gods, Evil beasts And Man's Folly) Note:

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Lawrence Sharp

Date: 8/9/2018 11:33:00 PM

I love dark verse as much as you do, and this is dark verse at its best. Exceptional poetry. Fave.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/10/2018 5:49:00 AM

Thank you my good friend. I write dark poetry because this world is dark and bad* In its tormenting tides, sends aches, pains that drives some men mad* What is poetry if world it does not truly reflect* Or gift some aid to replace Loves and Lives we may neglect* Thanks for the fav ...I appreciate that very much..