Страна: Нигерия
Country: Nigeria
I am a Olevel graduate. I write poetry and other genres.
The heir of a two king. Jungle saga
«Owl’
I loved her dearly:
Her cloths brighten like parrots’,
Her eyes were huge
As big as the eye of the night,
Those that could see tomorrow clearly.
I loved her talons,
Tightly fixed to her legs
Like the roots of the mountains.
I loved her beak,
It sparkle and sharp
Like the blades of a warrior.
She was fast
And swift than the eagle,
Even in her majestic.
She was the angel
A day could see.
But after the tenure
Of the sun.
When a black moon came;
The night was lonely,
The stars were exiled .
All hands lay to rest
In the darkness of night,
But while the night mourns
With her black robe of darkness,
Then I heard the voice of her
Whom I so loved,
She laughed terribly
At the woe of the night.
She mocked the night
And fled with her strange lovers.
My heart tore like a worn out cloth
When my holy whore fled
With the men of Arabia,
With the idols of the land.
But
I will mend my broken soul
And never give it again to a whore.
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