THE
NIGHT
1. The night; bewitched with horror.
Of Eyes flooded with pellets of sorrows
Of flesh carved in bleeding letters
And souls frozen from the dreaded silence's breath.
The gloomy skies spell my grief, muttering;
'T oday
E yes shall cry
A nd men shall
R emember their departed
S ouls.
Deep in the ocean of love lies burning candles.
Fade not, oh fade not.
For silent voices are loudest in secret chambers.
And loves dont die, they sail.
Lingering beyond to the abyss of nothingness.
For if there be a uniting hope
Then this tears will be my covenant to you.
The night; besotted with hope.
Of lips savoring the spice of reasons
Of breath clamoring the visage of hope
And sighs heaving the aspiration of a new dawn.
The silvery skies yearn my joy, urging;
'S prinkles of hearts
U nlocking wisdom to
R espire the
V irtues within and
I ntrisical
V im for being still, an
E xtant.'
Above the surge of ocean waves hangs threads of hope.
Live long, Oh live long.
For tearful divans are tranquil in stygian despair
And hopes dont fail, they die,
Slipping into the eye of turbulent vicissitudes.
For if there is a promise of love
Then this resolve will be my covenant to you.
Ifeanyi
Emmanuel
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