Once A Wall Poem by Folayemi Akande

There was once a time when lived a golden wall.
Laden with fancy tile, untrodden floor.
Before it were crystal hue, made to stand tall.
None did lived to bend its unbending lore.

There was once a time when lived a golden room.
With silver tiles, gilded as polished tomb
How then, such gilded room is ever toom?
For all spangles dwell from a darkened womb.

No hope is roth, nor harmful is man's faith
What hold hast fortune, that man's unrelenting?
That his discipline is to his own death.
Then give away virg'n love, that's unwanting.
For a dare cost he never will repay
What essence hast bliss crystallized in grieve?
What true gift shall once a wrinkled cheek give.

It was a night of silence and sorrow
When darkness took reign and fair light, out locked.
With fretting breezes and darkening willow
The dusk sky looked wreaked with inflicted bout.

Butterflies and rose, i see reapers take
From her rich vined womb did worms humbly fed.
By eddy river twirls, see ravenous wake
Invictus death, awaits at river bed.

From her willow eyes are fine sea brine made
Frail as her breath, lavender do still wreak.
Fountain of light she be, that neve' jade.
Why then, of all earthly things, to in her seek?

How damned, o death, o you churlish fellow.
You drill, you dig, you suck to the marrow.
Your shadow lies upon her and curse her doom.
She is mortal and frail as roses bloom.

You bereft of her, life, as if a chine
Amidst darkened wind, she's left to wander.
You cast her sorrows and make brightly shine.
Why such cruelty, amidst her thought ponder.

Her presence commands less meeting storm

Death is as soothing as Mirabelle's plum.
Great mortal dear, no more disp'riting days.
From flung of the parish, knells the bell drum.
Coral and pearls no more hold on your gaze.