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The Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous Prophecy
The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy
What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul
the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod
stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal
is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod?
Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part
or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave
My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart
Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save!
Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on
And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more
Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone
As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores.
There is no dark that can easily take my life.
Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife.
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jul 1 27th, 1977
Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old.
Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years.
Copyright ©
Robert Lindley
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