A day to die well

       A DAY TO DIE WELL!

Tell me that which resides deep in you
Against the will of our land, say; a sorcerers view,
Destined to be lost in the nile
Far away from home, she writes... in lieu:

"For the love of my star, the painter's son
That wherever be he, I so follow.
So away I go, travelling rays of the sun
Till joy found buffer this pain, my sorrow "

Where I be, I swear to care not
For death harnessed beckon in mine vine;
In him alone is free, a treasure you n'er bought
And dreadlocked be our twist, but I'll be fine.

So unto this journey I'm lost, an empire's outcast!
Betrayed by my phlegm, against her will,
Sold out to the wild, swallowed by the vast
A mortal's fate, belated neither by faith nor zeal.

And when I found the sculpture laid
Closer to the beauty of life, again I drew,
To touch it's body, for a dime not paid
Sake for a wine without taste, though well brewed.

Hurray! This be the perfect moon
With which brings a life to its eternal halt!
Astray not had I thread, so freely be I groomed
For this be a day to die, and die well in the court.

-Shaibu Majeed Idowu
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