COME FORTH

Written by: Ajayi Angel-Simon

COME FORTH
"Call Master!" Swollen eyes prove disbelief.
The eerie aura of cruel silent grave
in titanic fence for cadaver’s save.
"Why us?" They thought the night-rider’s the thief:
Covert – the Victor cogitated this grief
to glory in Laz’rus – who’s a death’s slave.
Peace and tiff his kith and kin rather crave-
to sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief.

He titled Resurrect in caliber
rolled stone; undress the Dead for longing mate.
"Come forth! Come forth!!" comforts the Comforter:
A rebirth from sleep – faces titivate:
Acquaintances wine and dine in wonder;
Saints in all generations celebrate