When Dark Lust, Casts Its Gleaming Eyes On You and Me

When Dark Lust, Casts Its Gleaming Eyes On You And Me When tears are sharp daggers that pierce a wounded heart when within midnight terrors, this spirit staggers ghastly beasts dine upon freshly torn body parts as tragic love's flings its many poisonous darts. When piercing cries, through moonlit night's echoing ring when savage monsters, dance around rot and decay as dead roses, their wafting aroma burns and stings ghoulish monsters laugh, crown themselves as golden kings. When dying moans, within blacken, deep bloody pits when unholy hell, its gifts this world celebrates are measures of life, and the dangers of deep hate such is fodder for evil's grasp, at Hell's first gate. When heart burns, with its embraced dark and wicked glee. When dark lust, casts its gleaming eyes on you and me. Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2020 Darken Sonnet, ( A Look Into The True Darkness That Reigns On Earth ) Note: Composed as a prelude to the getting into the creative spirit of the start of my writing of my Part Two of my Poe poem titled, "The Hero, Raven, Poe And First Encounter, Part One" ,..