In Sumptuous Splendour Poem by mark nwagwu

In Sumptuous Splendour



Those the gods love
they die young
and live to be a hundred

Their errors have been purged
in their youth
and love blossoms
in sumptuous spendour

So, here I am
struggling to die
my sins streaking
to smithing fire
that the gold of the gods
may in my mettle be forged
for the tiara of your soul

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