The Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous Prophecy

The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod? Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save! Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores. There is no dark that can easily take my life. Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife. Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet Jul 1 27th, 1977 Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old. Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years.