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Folks this piece was written with a friend of mine in mind, he himself passed away back in the early 90's. 
He had told me about her that he lost, and how it affected him. Even how sometimes she visited him at night after she had passed away.
The rest of the poem is poet imagination, creativity and writer's romanticism at play. The dark in this piece is that Death plays no favorites and strikes its victims at any age..
And Death is the true enemy, death and its great ally Time. 
I sharpen my sword, hold onto my shield
for sorrow visited me dark of night.
I stand'eth my ground, and never ever yield
from Southern birth my middle name is fight.

Now She Begs Me Come, Calling Out My Name He faced the opening of the dark door with his solemn thoughts and no last goodbye He had lived a great life but wanted more another life, another better try. Death just stood there with its wicked grinning Saying, you knew this from the beginning. Words, damn words, that stung so evil and deep his brave heart begged him rise up to fight Crying, come man this is no time to sleep command death to leave, now you found the light. Death just stood there with its wicked grinning Saying, you knew this from the beginning. He knew in his weeping soul, this was it no more would dawn's rays wake his sleeping eyes With that dreadful thought, sorrow truly hit and he cursed life and dark morbid sky. Death just stood there with its wicked grinning Saying, you knew this from the beginning. Rising, courage summoned, he cried out this your power can destroy this mortal frame Yet I have known her love and her sweet kiss now she begs me come, calling out my name. Death just stood there with its wicked grinning Saying, you knew this from the beginning. Robert J. Lindley, 5-15-2019 Rhyme, ( That Which Death Can Never Hear ) Syllables Per Line: 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables:240 Total # Words:192

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Date: 5/17/2019 11:46:00 PM
A beauty of emotion springs from every line Robert. I am off to read your other posts before my granddaughters arrive. xxoo
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/18/2019 9:30:00 AM
Thank you my dear friend. I hope you have a very blessed and wonderful time with your granddaughters! Such is one of the great joys in life..
Date: 5/16/2019 2:11:00 AM
A phenomenal poem, Robert. Artistry, ingenuity and impressive poetry. Panagiota
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/16/2019 7:06:00 AM
Thank you my friend. A true delight to read such a judgment on this new poem...
Date: 5/15/2019 11:33:00 PM
A very heartfelt tribute, my friend. I could be quite wrong, but I get the sense that this piece is nearer to the style that you employed in your earlier works. It seems a return to some of the simpler structures and expressions... this is a good thing, it's a fantastic poem. Fave.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/16/2019 7:05:00 AM
Thank you my great friend. You are on the mark. Almost all of my poems that were stolen and burned( over 40 years ago) , were written in this style. I was looking far back in time as I wrote this one.
Date: 5/15/2019 4:06:00 PM
It is so dark and beautiful that I have no words. No, I have four ones: this is brilliant, Robert!
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/15/2019 6:18:00 PM
Thank you my friend. My friend, Mr. Poe inspires me. And Raven scares me into doing my very best!
Date: 5/15/2019 1:38:00 PM
Very dark indeed Robert one day it will be grinning at us all, not to soon hopefully. Tom
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/15/2019 6:17:00 PM
Thank you Tom. I agree with the- "not to soon" sentiment one hundred percent..

Book: Shattered Sighs