Lady Rie Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am the beloved of a man
The hope of a sinner
The hatred of a wife
The love of her husband

I am the sickness of a boy
Diseased in love-
The hatred of a mother
Deserted by child

I am the painting of an artist
The dream of the dead
The muse of a “songer”
The throngs of love,

I am the envy of a rose
The prickle of thorns
The gaze of stars
The scent cologne

For me breeze saunters
To caress skin
For me sun rise
To kiss temples

I am why rain falls
It craves my hair
Why clouds move
It follows me

Still, I am whispers of shadows
The murmurs of dark
The memories of lost
The curse of light

I am the appetite of lust-
A begotten of sin
The daughter of a rapist
The jewel of a wench

I am the fear of witches
The sin of a saint
The tempt of treachery
The curse of Lucifer

The tides calls to me
The knife sparkles too
The hills beckon me
The grave crave too