Do Not Weep Over His Demise

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Do Not Weep Over His Demise

He did his very best and failed
He was soon done, color him gone
With hidden sword he was impaled
Lucky his skull was solid bone.
Do not weep over his demise
He was just skin and sickly bones
Well maybe a few special cries
Moaned out in convincing tones.
At his vacant spot post this sign
He was here, now has departed
My, how he gabbed and opined
Left with nothing, brokenhearted.
He did his very best and failed
Forgot how to play, his great crimes
Away, on sinking ship he sailed
With nothing but old and sad rhymes.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-27-2017
My New Poetry Form- Lin-Crazy Eights, Rhyme, 100 words.

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 128
Total # Words: 100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

I GOT THIS IDEA ON MY WAY HOME TONIGHT.
CREATE A NEW POETRY FORM , 100 WORDS, 8 SYLLABLE VERSES AND IN RHYME.
Sat down and this popped right on out..-Tyr