In Seeds Of Deeds Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Succumbs a gentle lure breeze
The silent clamor of wake
In fullness drowned a slumber
Perceive distance chime a bracelet

In drab, fear is woven
And looks hell glister within
Saunters narrow lane yet
Unknown highways to tomb lost souls

Doleful moons light behind
And solemn rhythm breeze
Aura evil beckons on
To spoor escape

The shadow reaches ov'r
Protests invasion divine in buzz
Unseen march towards is heard
Along heart pants for death

There, my wench awakens
And demands her pay