Into Darkness She Had So Sadly and Swiftly Fallen
Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )
There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow
Hung like a noose awaiting its next dying soul
Like youth that dares not to wait for next tomorrow
Was that broken heart suffering its greatest toll.
An epic tragedy of Shakespearian might
A fallen angel, writhing in throes of despair
To be sure she was indeed a very poor sight
Clad in torn dress with her dirty dishwater hair!
In that sad place that time, doomed to meet her end
Amidst the hovel and willfully silent walls
Alone and starving, devoid of care and her friend
Into the chasm of agony fell her weak calls.
She that had once dazzling beauty and her great fame
Now a fallen angel, tormented by her sin
Without home or even a penny to her name
Begging death's dark-hand, anything to the hurt end!
As that midnight bell sounded with its sadden strokes
She turn to gaze at the full moon beaming so bright
Gone were the friends, the parties and the gayest jokes
There lay she in the mess of her pitiful sight.
No courageous white-knight came to her rescue
There in the corner stood that monster laughing loud
Of its evil-cast origins she had not a clue
Always above its ugly head hung a black cloud!
Time was fast ticking, she said her final sad words
She was there with her beloved snow-white horses
In the open plains riding with the racing herds
Towards the gold castle that held the sweetest voices.
Dawn rays found her frozen body, her eyes bound shut
The monster had flown her to its hideous lair
Its razor sharp claws had gifted the ending cut
She was at final rest no longer in its wicked snare!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2020
Rhyme, Composed In Tribute to - R.S. Thomas…
( Doom Brought On By Drug Addiction- Death As Its Monster Feeds )
Note: The year was 1977, my friend was in mourning for his beautiful cousin.
She had ran away the year before with her drug crazed idiotic boyfriend.
A year later she was dead.. As he told it - she died for love-- first came the love for
the idiot boyfriend, the guy that got her hooked on drugs. Then he abandoned her
far away from home to die by herself in a cheap motel room. Life gives us
Choices-- some of them turn out to be deadly.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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