Fear Poem by Otega A

It’s a tale
Tailored for the hearing of
the narrow minded.
I buy no meaning from its lines
For I make my own arrows
And I string my own bows.
And when I aim,
I shoot without fright.

It’s a wind
That spreads its wings
In lands far and wide.
And many are the wimps
That weep at the ferocity of its might.
But I bear no fright at its strength
For I have seen it, I have fought it,
And I have slaw it.

It’s a mighty warlord
That dance in wars far and near
Where wide warriors
Perish from the fury of its sword
At the full gaze of earth and sky.
But I am great Otega
The one to always return home
With a hundred head of the enemy and a fine line of
Its relations trailing behind me forever enslaved.

I long for another to stand by me
For the dice is casted and the coin is tossed.
The one to reign in the morrow we wish
Will be the one to stand strong in the face of this giant
Ferocity and strength is his fortress
But faith and courage is the gospel I preach.
It’s a mighty wind that blow in lands far and wide
It’s a mighty warlord that perish hundreds of wide warriors
At the full gaze of earth and sky.
But it’s just a tale tailored for the hearing of the narrow minded.