In Rhyme
Are You Really Dead
Well you once marched into my old life
and started putting my dreams down.
Your love was smiles, kisses and strife
and in black seas my heart nearly drowned.
Well you came naked into my night-bed
and crushed strong vines that were ripe.
Your wicked struck deep inside my head
and your flavor wore an evil stripe.
Well you left my soul in a sad mess
and your long claws cut deep for blood
Lies swamped dark love you did confess
and your venom seeped in like a flood.
Well you tore this sad heart asunder
and your love nearly brought about my end
I still hear your cursing in distant thunder
and truly know you were never my friend.
Well you invaded my nights with memories
and left your sweet stirrings around my bed
I feel your darkness these long centuries
and now I must wonder, are you really dead?
Robert J. Lindley, 12-12-2016
Rhyme
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 12-13-2016 at 06:32 AM.
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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