Quest
I have opened the door of adventure,
A flood of emotion I'm assured.
Fear and grip in measures,
But I have chosen the hardest course,
To reach the glorious altar.
••••
Probate I treasured,
A policy of treason I shun.
Many times in my dreams,
The crusts itself,
Comes knocking,
But I've long lost the keys to my innermost fear.
••••
I have saddled my horse,
With whips across the valley's of grip.
With whims I trod the throne of thorns,
That loses their teeth against me.
Copyright © Rays Chinwendu | Year Posted 2018
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