Ecstacy And Martyrs Poem by Vincent Onyeche

The roaring lion halts as the bird sings in its usual aplomb
Romero got Juliet lost in ecstasy
A delusion that separates fantasies
Oh, what an essence to see through an opaque!
Born of sins, sin dwellers; nurturing and cultivating lovers
Remember the martyrs, love at first sight, and its harvest

Oh, what an awful alkalis heal
Their bodies bound like an oyster is to its shell
Causing their hearts to condense and breathe as one
That if one should ever feel pain, the other cries
Taboo, a relationship disapprove by custom
Freedom, they seek for the fortune belonging to the bold lion

Locked up, they are stacked in love cocoon
That if one should be away, the other falls sick
The love they share encourages them to have no fear
Bonded, the chemistry cannot be broken
It takes only the unknown fast approaching future to untangle them
For the present is filled of loving

Taboo, a relationship disapprove by custom
Locked up, they are stacked in love cocoon
Oh, what an awful alkalis heal
For the stories are always the same
They cannot change the reoccurring fact that;
A day shall come when they would be the martyrs.