Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays

Yet Walk Thee, Into Dawn's Sweet Renewing Rays Once lost, what hell else better have you got? Two broken feet, treading on molded rot Nay! Cry thee not for some whimsical muse More the worst for darker world to abuse! Set thee, hardest task of destroying thrones Slicing thy bread, rest not thy weary bones Take rare days, to thy colder heart amuse Let not Fate's handmaidens force thee to choose! Once lost, what hell else better have you got? Than skin and teeth, sad memories to trot Best thee, look for better weapons to use When life seeks only early death to use! Yet walk thee, into dawn's sweet renewing rays Faith in saving face of Hope, always pays! Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2017 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 112 Note: Struggled today to not write, but my muse cut for blood, until the pain demanded an answer. Tis not as bad as it may sound, as healing forces me to walk away from the new darkness that my weaker soul seeks to accustom itself... Thus the birth of this dark and somber sonnet....