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
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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