Written by: victor mufaro dzaoma

There was a hint 
To the world of eclipsed means,
Means tied up by ropes prone to blasphemy
So we ignored it.

There is now a mystical
Image of hellish heaven
A heaven whose songs are the wrongs of
Hardened souls.

A closer look reveals
This holy essence of “Mortal Magnetism”
No wonder why we
Seek now, of all times