Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine

Where Vultures Await Victims On Which To Dine Where darkness reigned, mercy found no home Life there is but a blood bath and a game Every mountain , cries out displaying its red dome Every slave walks alone, with one leg lame. The whole is an island with no sun to shine Deserts with wicked thorns and no soothing shade Where vultures await victims on which to dine And every traveler is blinded and easily played. Burning rains, soak into rapid decaying bones fanged monsters hide in every dark cave No lights, no television, computers or phones just false promises greedy fools forever grave. At journey's end, red-hot fire searing away rotten skin exposing evil in hidden darkness in hearts of fallen men. Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2016 Sonnet-mixed syllable count Note -Written his morn because my muse demanded I return. She has her ways to force me to do her bidding..... I was allowed the luxury to pick the sonnet form but after that very little else.. And I dearly hate when forced to let her do most of the verses with her revisions and LAUGHTER AT MY PREVIOUS FEEBLE EFFORTS....