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Written From a Poetic Heart's True Renderings
Written From A Poetic Heart's True Renderings
Riding into oblivion's clouds
wearing rags, willfully blind shrouds
O'lord, such epic darkness burns
giving more hideous returns,
weeping songs, chaotic notes
as swollen drowned bodies float
rectitude of a ghostly dirge,
fruits of mankind's constant urge.
Hovering over bloody fields,
sad reaping of horrific yields
with innocence ruthlessly slain
winds of death, sorrows and pain,
bitter dregs of rot and decay
from evil's darkness, holding sway.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Sonnet (Dark), ( Born from reading a poet's very fine verse )
“Written in the Time of Something”.....
With my sincere and deep thanks given...
Copyright ©
Robert Lindley
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