Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both
Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.
Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.
Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.
Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2016
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Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8
Total # Syllables: 133
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 102
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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