Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits

Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams. No reprieve save that of graces of Fates, man can not conquer such darkness with schemes. Nature's force so often bent to its will living forests can not be held to blame. Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill make no mistake, evil is not a game. When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts For its nighttime the monster comes to eat chew your skin and spirit until it melts. Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears. Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears? Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016 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: 105