Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

To the Victor Goes the Spoils

To The Victor Goes The Spoils

With a dark hand, deadly cut gashing deep
No longer man- Now, sought he only peace.
Once fallen foe, his life he could not keep
Battle slain, soul flew upon its release.

Victor took his victim's great sword and shield
Rightful treasure he had so bravely earned.
Dead left to rot on this red battlefield
All pity each fallen had bravely spurned!

Many fallen dispatched with a sharp spear,
Others, a swift sword removing each head.
None showed the coming of death any fear,
Sent into valley, angels feared to tread!

The victor smiled knowing someday his  Fate.
For in this gore, he relished and ate!

R.J. Lindley
July 20th 1980

Note-- I grabbed this old poem for my 850th poem presented here.

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	106

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Keith Bickerstaffe November 25, 2015 at 9:01 PM A splendid sonnet Robert, well rhymed with a smooth cadence, and a gory subject! BRAVO Keith 7

Andrea Dietrich November 24, 2015 at 10:21 AM wow, you have been an amazing poet for so many years, my friend. Keep showing your fine work. Happy thanksgiving to you. I will be gone a short while!

Scott Thirtyseven November 24, 2015 at 7:50 AM You've got 850 poems on Soup! Wow, I don't reckon I've even got 850 poems. Just goes to show that practice makes perfect, as this is one is a pearler. Keep up the brilliance. Robert Lindley November 24, 2015 at 8:45 AM Thanks Scott. To be clear, I've been writing poetry in excess of 40+ years now. And reading poetry even longer.. My big regret is the loss of my best poems, burned by the ex-wife. Most of my best writes from my twenties. Luckily , she had not access to the other journals and I have a couple hundred that survived.