No Reprieve For the Lost, Battered Soul

No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace, horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep grim echoes bounce all over the place. Midnight hour, signals its coming call evil whispers sing a death chant, Candles burning low in the castle hall gloom rises up to blackness enhance. No retreat, this battle always rages stabs and cuts both victims endure, Shields fallen, damnation then engages bruised heart, this life remains impure. No reprieve for the lost, battered soul past sins, eat in deep, take their toll Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015 Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started and gnawed at me to finish it. Past memories cry out to be satisfied...