Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse, Dawn, First Battle, Part One

Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse, (Dawn, First Battle, Part One) Dare I, reduce poet's pen to a plastic sword flee from shadows that invades as destructive hordes? Nay, such would incinerate reborn poetic soul, bring heartache and destroy path to truth's gallant goal. Rather I, sharpen blade, saddle my battle horse walk through searing flames alone yet on steady course. Expect more vicious attacks around each bend, live out my final moment with defiant grin. Should I, with courageous pen far more truth post ink midnight hours, not fear darkest of evil ghost? Beg more paper, its white pages let my ink soak, in my defiance, strike those wearing evil's cloak? Can I, with good conscience, this hard journey trek. Knowing Raven's curse, both my eyes- out IT shall peck. Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2019 Sonnet, ( If Valiant, Let Ink Splash To This Dark Beast Slay ) (Dawn, First Battle, Part One) Note: Fuscus, qui mortalium haec faciam tibi mali iura Et invenies in me plus perdomandosque feroces et fortes periculum pertinet.