Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists, My journey, clarification of Fate When I balked, black ghost said, I insist Hurry destiny cries it is too late, Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds So strangely pungent the circling winds In distant valleys, baying of the hounds- I fear what that hideous sign portends. Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod Searching, ever onward, I did thus tread. My shield, simply faith in Light and my God And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed. I pray for salvation of divine light. Blessed ending of this courageous flight. Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021 Sonnet(dark)