Shadow
Shadow
From vantage morning of my dreams;
I counted my length of days,
Heretofore on earth, rooted the strength of manly yob,
In pursuance of transient dreams,
The ebbing shadows spur
The Everest i would scales,
To amass the fortune i must astride;
And battles the armoured Goliaths to victory,
Bestowed by kings and lords, in golden palaces,
Medals of Emeralds and adorable princess;
And a crown with minaret of peacock feathers,
Basking in prideful bondage,
But at the drowsy dusk of my realism;
Dreams are made in heaven,
Creeping shadows are made of void,
Void is nothingness.
Copyright © Afolabi Taiwo | Year Posted 2010
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