No More Poem by Livinus Godswill

The night liting it figs - rise a crescent day
In breezing and quite haste
Long within the sleeper's roost; creaks a rustic knob
Halfway in sordid air.

No more. The lone traveller's song began;
His heart turning back and front
On whose broken feet stoned-up
rots and branches of fired, long and lone lanky paths

No more. Into a silent night; trashing the air and earth
Is an early Nightingale - fair and winglet
upon a trembling oak with potty and low pouring eyes;
Her lips are sorrowing songs she sings with her eyes.

Men knaves, cloaked in coarse rags, twice heated the firecod
On the rushing sound of hooves -

No more. Great fear awakens the gaoler's Keep;
Doubles it grip - as the jailers slab hooved high and low
"O! What, beguiles me! Short and gallful death bewakes me,
oh, little lofty life dying out from my envy"

She bundles his hand as wretched and lovingly
Onto her tender chest -
to beloose his giddy delight andfleshy foundness
and revive the old warmness that once glow in their eyes
to so persuade him to flight

"The trail will be hard longswift. The night is short expired; it lame and wounded heart
bore unnumbered piety. The walls are high up above all our fears. Ditch-the-way-in-exile."