With the Fleece Torn From a Fallen Suitor's Heart
With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart
Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a marauding mist that surrounds its weakened host
tho' cherished, your heart remained as a fleeting ghost.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as dark nights- savaged a hurting soul,
idling in wanton lust- polishing your golden bowl;
with the fleece torn from a fallen suitor's heart
in a blind cave, far from what wisdom could impart.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as death sent its dark to make calls
parading in your cold heart talking to empty halls;
a lost and vain entity, few could recognize
no longer the tempting beauty, once thought a prize.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Robert J. Lindley,10-14-2018
Rhyme, (Fleeing echoes from a heart broken past)
edited from an old poem fragment.
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