DARK FIGURES (POETRY) Photo credit; ybustos.weebly.com

    It was a soft evening
    Perhaps not as soft as it seems
    The unrepentant rain lashing at us
    The wind upon our backs so pressing
    It seems like the weather god is unstable
    For her rumbling stomach shows she is upset
    But her coldness is Spawn across the plains of our heart.

    Golden streaks across the sky
    Darkened like a night of locks
    Our day became intertwined with the path of night
    Revealed is a figured beauty in the dark
    A black beauty in the dark
    Shady trees accompanying her footpaths.

    A shriek so loud to send demons to hell
    The blurry vision of the shining silvery sword
    Piercing through the beauty in the darkness
    Blood flowing, whispers heard
    Beaded sweats of betrayal and dust
    Clinging firmly to the skin
    Even nature is quiet
    As it sees through un/inhuman activities.

    Nature will take its full course
    But the slender dark figure is in agony.

     Written by A. M. M. Winnie,
     Faculty of law, O. A. U.


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