HATTHORN

We look from gloom
couldn't see afore
worried we became
Eccentric and despondency became our friend

We couldn't see
We unveiled and hat on
We rejoiced and merry
Alas! A thorn in hat
Erosion of blood gully down

We bath in our joy of agony

We comfort another 

This is but for a while 

We dine with our trespasses 

We bade farewell to the night

Hoping for a dawn of uncertainty 
We left as we came

@Oladecious Ade

THE COMING

Strength furnished by the rock

Sight made flesh

Iron were loins and joint

Sight remains penetrable 

I gay

Unlike others on hoof not adder 

Announcing his coming unaware 

Deceptively silence he the way

Glaring some saw, lowered he in green and crept

Till the coming

Spotless was I pursuing the heavenlies

Till she emerges 

Enticing locomotion before me she came

I succumb not but the flesh

PERSUASION

The narrow way leads home
None love the way
But for the home we all walk

Victory the ticket to a crown
None love to war
But for the crown we all conquer

None need the sun
For the destruction of cold and darkness
We plead the Sun

like a gun we await trigger
None love to gun
But for the trigger, we gun

To be save none sees it efficacy
But sickness and death persuade
We sing the psalm six

©oladecious