My Letter To The Gods Poem by Fate McFate

Oh! hail to ye gods,
thy servant is at thy holy oracle,
with a spotless lamb; a sacrifice I bring.

To my heavens you've brought sun,
see, my sky is as gold,
oh! Hail to ye gods; This joy is enchanting.

Saints come and celebrate with me,
For my cup has become hers,
oh look! She's afloat on the radiance of my love,
bewitched by the tunes of my pulse.

Oh! Hail to ye gods,
what's war with no price?
show me beauty away from her heart

She ain't the princess of Britain,
neither the Taliban's accession
Oh! Gods accept my humble offerings,
That she make my bed hers till eternity.

I long to sleep and dream her,
wake up to her by the bed
to stay and have her with me,
Grow old eating of her pot.