Seeking Honor and Rectitude In This Dark World

Seeking Honor And Rectitude In This Dark World When pen was, a mighty razor-sharp blade pulled from scabbard, made from bright-red blood legion were deep cuts, its slashes once made to separate true Life, from Earthen crude. If these veins could again birth sweeter ink no longer stain virgin paper with dread soul renew, not further into dark sink in caverns reserved for walking dead! No longer can sorrows drive praying heart nor grasp fortitude to seek hope's dreams Life held, when poetry played its part winning battles over mere mortal schemes. Alas! Pen now finds its ink hard frozen Death of poet's spirit Fate has chosen! Robert J. Lindley, 8-14-2019 Sonnet,( Aliud loqui verum, seu silere )