My Rhyme Poem by Hannington Mumo

May the throes of Muse illumine the dark alleys of my heart,
And let it spew timeless verse my dutiful pen;
For eternity's posterity let within me flourish
The benefits of ink and soar my poetic gain;
That eons after the wither of this feeble frame,
It shall flourish once more the tree of fame.

Let the music of the marrows expression find,
And leave for the lay rhyme from the groves of my mind
To irrigate the eternal tree of lofty verse;
The azures this godly amenity shall of themselves possess,
And those below shall sing this music of a melodius godess
Who has her den in my heart's secret lounges,
And an esoteric nest in the pith of my soul,
Where she may rear and nurse her brood;
Whet and make sharp her seraphic tool!

My rhyme shall stand above all words by any mortal written,
Either in this world or the next
The eternal children of muse shall rank it the best;
Verse of all times by a pen puerile and by routine untrained.