Requiem On Death, Its Fated Black Hand

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Requiem On Death, Its Fated Black Hand

Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me,
I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones.
No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory
Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones.

With regrets of missing family, my true love
Waiting that day, preparing to defeat my fears.
Leaving behind all, reminiscent and tired of
Pray I, thy bitter pains, bring soul's welcoming tears.

Knowing all mortal time is but a blinded leap
From echoes of ancient forests of gold and stones.
Moments of happiness begging that twilight sleep
Dreams of magnificent love and its softest moans.

Shall I fail and I give thee thy sought after cries
I beg mercy, battles fought, with few victories
Perhaps my folly was dear truth this heart denies
Sweetly seduced by thy dark shadow mysteries.

Fated death, should thy black-hand descend upon me
I vow to give thee only blood and rusty bones
No cries, to spare my fleeting life, its memory
Nor bartering for that which Fate never postpones.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-07-2017


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Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 168

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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I have been working on this poem the last few days.
I wrote it three versions before, editing to this 4th version to present.
First three versions were 8 verses longer.-Tyr