Ballad Ii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

This is a tale,
For ballad is knot at a tale's tail.
Of immortals contending on a mortal,
Whether or not He'll hop yonder.

The mortal had trade his life
With a king who dwell beyond strife.
And now to rest of his labour,
His breath fled his favour.

Ballad:

Then was an Angel Sent to bear his corpse
And perform (first in times)his burial rites.
So, the Angel left for the earth from the ups,
Spread his wings and issue for flight.

Like the wind he'd gotten to the mountain,
For at the top of the mountain the mortal had died.
His wings first, he kept within his rein,
And allowed his sole on the cleft hide.

So, by the order he'd been ordered,
He, like a bow curved his wits,
Alongside his spinal cord and furthered
His hands to bear the breathless atleast.

But as his hand lifted it awhile,
Drifted like Asphalt 6 Lamborghini,
A wave fiercer blown and halt his ride,
Accompanied by a voice sculped in fury.

Another Being had wanted the corpse,
Like the Angel.
And for it he did stopped.
The leaving Angel.

The king waiting so long,
Expected the Angels amidst strengths of seconds.
But when he saw him not, his tongue,
Accompanied his words in a second.

Thus did he saw what had happened,
And then sent another Angel with a word,
Fiercer than the wave heightened,
To make him drink from authority's gourd.

Then the newer came,
And spoke to the obstructor:
'I rebuke you in YHWH's name',
Thus spoke the instructor.

So was he ushered powerless,
And the Angel bearing the corpse
Made for his way to the highest,
Bore by ragesless waves.

Michael, the latter saw the obstructor left,
And then his sole despised the cleft.
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