Legendarium Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Let the lying lips burn to bone,
For I'm benjuzzy I swore the
Sworn sword of loyalty,

I walk the breadth, and lenght
Of the land, our clan's are
Crashing like grasses!

Symbol of the simbelmyne
A fade voice of a
Ferocious past!

A wise poet never play with
The cricket cryptic twite,
For all poets are wise, and words
Cunning!

The sun rise on the horizon, And
Zion's soul awoken,
Hope rekindled,

But how long shall I envisage
On that which I envisioned in My
Long awaken dream!

Am of the Dúnedain r's though,
My days shall not quickly be
Quake d, for with the vastness Of

Eternal nature men are
Devastated, long when my days
Are dinosaurs will the unborn

Bread on what I breed, long
When am extinct, and marvel if
I ever were!

Will strangers walk over my
Potions with pride and not
Marbled how we marvelled; !

They who will grieve on my
Grave never gave me the gift of
Flower!

So love me now, and leave me
Never, for I dread to drench in
The river of mother earth's
Mockery womb!

But penance must be payed as
Panacea to a plight played by
One's hands!

Those who eavesdrop in the
Evening to tame the little lamp
Like the knight who kissed, and

Killed the king's son, and played
The lost book of juda's,
Yet the old lay's and lingers

And the young pay's, and perish,
But I'm benjuzzy, I shall live long
To see the last days of my household.