Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays

Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays

Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Two broken feet, treading on molded rot
Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse
More the worst for darker world to abuse!

Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones
Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones
Take rare days, to thy colder heart amuse
Let not Fate's handmaidens force thee to choose!

Once lost, what hell else better have you got?
Than skin and teeth, sad memories to trot
Best thee, look for better weapons to use
When life seeks only early death to use!

Yet walk thee, into dawn's sweet renewing rays
Faith in saving face of Hope, always pays!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 112

Note: Struggled today to not write, but my muse cut for blood, until the pain demanded an answer.
Tis not as bad as it may sound, as healing forces me to walk away from the new darkness that my weaker soul seeks to accustom itself...
Thus the birth of this dark and somber sonnet....

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Keith O.J. Hunt February 14, 2017 at 8:34 AM Very Shakespearian Robert! Reads like a an oh so familiar path, dark and forbidding, but you've found the light!

Chris Green February 14, 2017 at 6:32 AM The title through me once I started to read. I didn't expect what I found but I enjoyed it immensely and found the lighted meaning at the end.

Charlie Smith February 13, 2017 at 8:22 PM Your note explains your write, otherwise I was lost, but I am of more simple thought than some. I remain a sincere fan of your work...