Requiem On Death, Its Fated Black Hand

Requiem On Death, Its Fated Black Hand Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me, I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones. No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones. With regrets of missing family, my true love Waiting that day, preparing to defeat my fears. Leaving behind all, reminiscent and tired of Pray I, thy bitter pains, bring soul's welcoming tears. Knowing all mortal time is but a blinded leap From echoes of ancient forests of gold and stones. Moments of happiness begging that twilight sleep Dreams of magnificent love and its softest moans. Shall I fail and I give thee thy sought after cries I beg mercy, battles fought, with few victories Perhaps my folly was dear truth this heart denies Sweetly seduced by thy dark shadow mysteries. Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones. Robert J. Lindley, 10-10-2017 NOTE: Edited to present today... a dark one, since its nearing Halloween , a somber mood strikes.