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O' Destiny Why Did Thy Fatal Blow Come

O' Destiny Why Did Thy Fatal Blow Come? Within midnight's pallid moonlight Glows that sad heart boldly demand Memories of that fateful night And loss of a true angel's hands O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come? Within her love, lay paradise Sensual appetites and more Kisses that did more than suffice To leave me begging for much more O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come? Within this world, misery ebbs Huge waves crash and massive tides turn Like flies in hungry spider's web Fate cries, victims get what they earn O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come? Within dreams reality denies Dance nights that lovers truly miss Beddings, and yellow moonlit skies Before hearing snake's deadly hiss O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come? Within life that sorrows now infect Love's past memories sustain Briefest moments to this reflect How I shall not kiss you again O' destiny why did thy fatal blow come? R.J. Lindley, April 12th 1977, December 11th, 2019 Romanticism/Rhyme, ( When Sorrows Flood Like A Swollen River ) Note: Another poem fragment completed today. Perhaps this Christmas season I may be able to do many. A blessing if that is gifted me.....

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 12/11/2019 8:09:00 PM

GREAT, Robert. I can tell that you and your soul are so alive in this poem! Dance nights and beddings! Indeed. We are robbed of those people. Yet we get to remain here? " the glory in the flower, the splendor in the hour." that poem makes me cry. I don't recall the last lines, but I know it's something akin to "we will find strength in what lies behind". Both the good and the bad from the past builds spirit. Thank you, fantastic poem from the Master! Panagiota xxx

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/12/2019 2:53:00 PM

Thank you my friend. Life moves ever onward, with we poets that look back and so dearly miss the things that many never even saw.Such is true when one sees and feels at a deeper level as poets do.