</>(This poem was Inspired by the 23rd psalm 'n' the poem Invictus written by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
Sore as hell’s depth away from Mercy’s Coast,
The thick clouds of shadows that embraced my Bole.
Love, sublime celestial flames,
Maid from Paradise hails,
We enter, scorch'd with intense ardor,
O Cherub, your shrine!
Wandered down the woods again
Thru' the thicken'd forest saw i,
Y'ur face engrav'd on ev'ry flora,
Lighting the trees with y'ur magic aura.
Life and all it holds,
One word can right a wrong
One idea can inspire generations
One hand can lift a burden
One head can quench world crisis
Her eyes glows with venom,
When she winks its death.
With a tongue coated with poison,
Her lips paralyzes like a viper's kiss.
I looked out my window at the silvery moon,
Somewhere in its rays, I saw your image.
Painted by the starry glow of the night sky,
Illuminating the shady curtains with the sparkle in your eyes
I feel like a song without the words.
A bird without its wings.
A man without his soul.
A heart without a home.
We laid together skin to skin entwined in fierce passion.
Heart to heart, head to head, eye to eye in ecstatic dight.
Our lips lock’d In a wet kiss, my will to her cession.
Driven to yonder height,