In His Palace Lay Treasures Never To Be Sold
In his palace lay bales of silk and heaps of gold
In arrogant pride he vowed to never grow old.
King that thought in vastness of wealth he had it all
Alas! He so lost, had yet to meet his downfall.
Had he not heard, warnings from heavenly skies
dire forebodings on selfish pride and bold black lies?
Yet on morn's blessed light, he rose to darkly walk
yield to vanity, in his sin, seed lying talk.
Then that reckoning day came as it was foretold
judgment brought, defeating plan to never grow old.
In denying a street beggar's request for bread
lack of pity consigned him to the future dead!
In his palace lay treasures never to be sold
for that lust, assured his soul would never grow old.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016
Sonnet form, Lin 12/12
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 130
Written for my , A Poem A Day Authored By Me, thread..-Tyr
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 11-21-2016 at 10:30 AM.
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