Paragon Posted May 25, 2008 Something I published on Simply Somali... I have not been able to write anything happy for sometime now, but few peoms that are not particularly happy here and there. The one below is one of them... When your flaming blade gently dips the flesh How it’s kisses makes death a sweetly nectar When crimson moisture of veins shyly gushes And ecstatic eyes in sweet enjoyment sheath Oh its then that it dawns joyfully on the soul That only you alone gifts death with mastery But within moments near I begun to realize That nay, you’ve only graced my troubled soul With beguiling illusions conjured up in dreams And not that for which my bones eternally ache How silly and gullible I, to foolishly mistake Some illusions in a dream for truthful promises Stand aside, oh death, leave me to this dagger Let justice be done at last, let my throat be slit Invited you are, oh death, to feast on this flesh Sip red the blood of these veins that drip to dry Suck marrow cleanly from these haggard bones All these I give you with one plea in my heart That you kindly give back my soul to its maker Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted October 1, 2009 shyte. I cringe! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
