Skulking Between Shadows Of Midnight's Mask
Rise up demon, from pits in which you burn
your echoed curse, invades a fevered brain.
As yet you cling- to bright light that you spurn
as your foul mouth belches soul eating rain.
You dare not- face just wrath in light of day
skulking between shadows of midnight's mask.
You fear most- help from prayers others pray,
truth's invincible shields that take you to task.
Rise up now, from hellish fires you embrace,
meet answers to cursed torments once you sent.
Dread that laughter- when you fear the human race
and you find your time has been so ill-spent.
Rise up dark child, from pits in which you burn.
As you turn away- from light you now spurn.
robert j. Lindley, 6-19-2015
Dark sonnet, ( fear of the light)
( Poe inspired verses , and raven calls before sunrise )[/quote]
Edited today.-Tyr
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 11-28-2019 at 12:35 PM.
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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