Clash of the titans
Need you like
Storms their flash
Titans their clash
You’re the enraptured
Metamorphosis
Loud confusion of
Chattering ants in trees,
The thirst of bat camps
The howling of wolf packs,
The writhing of lion hordes
Resting of satiated tadpoles
Crumbs of grains
In varied wild visions
The holiest saint
The bravest champion
The wildest beast
Of its prey in storm
Cooler air stream rides
On back of thundering storm
Wicked this way comes
Pounding rain and hail
Weather clash of the titans
Lightning cleaves the sky
Thunder quakes the land
Animals flee fast in flight
Humans seek cover
Dark siege slowly ends
Battle clouds exhaust their rage
Scattered by the sun
Hurting you wasn't my intention
For me to keep sanity
My spirit halted me with an intervention
You're a shot in the dark
Our minds are galaxies apart
Too much conflict
While I disliked it,
You seem to be an addict
I'm more content
Finding less and less to vent
My battles are fought by me
Your battles are an Odyssey
Clash of the Titans, Greek mythology
Too much drama for me
I'll retreat while you cry to your momma
Hopefully peace and happiness find you tomorrow
The clash of the titans
The head galloped like an elephant
Who knows not that he is finished
The river sets its course.
Would not be denied its right.
Yet a man will stand for nothing.
The thinking faculty seems faulty,
Even the packaged stories too salty.
Who else thinks they are just naughty.
The grass that surrounds the iroko tree says it’s haughty.
Yet they seem to claim holiness.
A new forest seems to be gathering.
It looks like mere seedlings.
But the pace seems to gather momentum.
The grass awaiting its time
None knows where the pendulum will be swinging.
The old or the new?
Hear the beats, the warriors are drumming.
An empire about to crumble,
The proud soon will be humble
Their ideology will wobble and fumble
Watch out how they will fall and tumble
Alas, we will soon experience a royal rumble
The battle in the jungle.
Hmmm!! Soon, a crumbling castle.
Hope in the air, its Eureka
It is here, its clear, it won't be far
They will take their share and thank their stars.
It is a warfare that will make or mar
The old wine, will birth new ones
Never to be kept from broad day light.
But fresh wines in new jars.
Truly end draws near.
Written by Kolawole Ogunfowokan
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