The Two Cross Men Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

There were two cross men
One by his left and the other by his right.
The two were passengers of his plight
They boarded the jet of his last fight
With him they soared high into the sky
Until one lost weight, faith and brain.

The three are all gone
But not without a job well done
For two out of they, still remain thither
They live with us, we are they
And they are we, and are here and there.

They shall share all men between themselves
Maybe wrong am I
For it is not a lie.
To say that the world is of two
The one of the Elves
And that of the good.

The Elf’s’ men are not bad
But they wine and dine with the evil and the dark
The good have no opinion
But they wait for that fateful reunion

The Elf man would say
“I have come to the end of the journey”
But the good man will Nay
For there’s light at the end of every dark tunnel.

The Elves wallow in shadows
But the good walk communally with their fellows
The Elves come upon them with a slay
But white always turn black to gray

There are two cross men
All here with us and we with them
To either of the two we must belong
And thus we shall live till the world beyond.
So then I ask the old and the young
Who amongst the two fellows
Shall you choose to follow?

I mean the two cross men!