Ahab’s Thought… The Perfect Queen Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Ahab’s Thought… The Perfect Queen



Jezebel, If She Were Jehovah’s…
(Jezebel taught to be evil but in deepest of thoughts not, for her I pen)

After Saul, king, anointed, demoted, scorned, and sentenced death by his anointer
For the souls spared in the unjust massacre of the Amaelekites,
Gone lads, forty and two, killed, a consequence of amuse in the wards prophet Elisha, devoured and consumed,
Here, families rented by evil apart, torn by thorns, king stung by grief in weariness parted Jehovah and turned to lesser Evils,
Then Jezebel, princess then queen, loving and caring
Bothered by the fast, her husband and the soreness, her people
In aid
An end desire to bring…
To rescue realm from vicious devourer
Baal, a choice…seen and felt’ an altar reared
Starved of tolerance, devoid of human sympathy…
Elijah, Jehovah’s prophet in steeds’ evil rise towards harmless Baal and prophets,
Pronouncing death upon them, in numbers eight hundred and fifty of them
Peaceable in nature, nurture… Succumb sublimely than in brawl favors...
Jezebel, philanthropist, and proprietor of the table many dined from…
To fight blight, conscious bid to settle scores…
In flee, the slayer
Her first Victory

The beauty seem fading, the glory waning
Thoughts of the tales strikes me like the stings of scorpion,
Wealth doubles sworn him yet offers he tarnishes
Thus in seek of comfort, depressed in abstinence from food and joy…
Glue to beds
Then her perfume perceived as she gentles into chambers,
Leaving her beauty in the shadows of her concerns, bobs…
Longing for that which bothers me as sobs tears her eyes,
Frail a little, in times difficult had hand she, the ray of my sunlight…
Assurance the father of hope she gives after woes fall my mouth
Ascending me into merriness …
Soon my hunger, thirst, depression turns former
As she paints the letter that delivered the king,
Fate soon strolled in, as the gods covet his soul from him…
And it was here her second victory
For she takes pain away and grant desires…
None great like her…
Ahab-For Whom You Die…

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