On Seven Seven Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

I have seen the end coming
With mighty grave fencing
I have seen heavy steel rising
With countless grave smiling.

I have seen the hell chasing
Heavy lives fretting
The king's horse stumbling
The unborn child refusing

The cloud is foaming!
So, is the Moon waning
Sunny sun setting!
So many hairs decaying

Saliva dries like a dead stream!
Every missing fishes in endless scream
Only few with a velvet's win
Looted the grave to the king.

I have seen with my eyes!
As legs on restless race
Death like a lonely dove
Wears on many hands like a glove.

I have seen the king's head defecting the neck
And his body sharing among steels
What is this dream?