'Tale Of Misfortune Poem by Micheal Bello

In the gloom of darkness
Men's path are silenced.
The crowding market is empty;
At the curtain of darkness lurking behind with dagger.

There came rumbling leaves
From the hinges bush.
The crumble shell of rain
Blinding with torrent fall.
Within a chance left,
The streams overfull
And track of animals mess about.

Trembles kowtow within the
minds;
The fearful grudge the
chances.
There came another
whimper
And a silhouette trapped by
the trembled fear.
From his scabbard,
The fate is written and
decided.
It weigh the sins of
tresspassors.
The point lifted to the
burning sky
And flame of heaven
consumed
The whimpering tremble.

At the mourn of the morning
As sky birthed a gloomy
mood.
Torns ensnared the
crowds
Songs of tears breakfast
the drums
And sorrow dance steps
Claws the brows.
There he sat with his short
finger sunk in his
formless outlet
And streak of regret
concealed him.
People might cried,
But he knew what caused
his befalls.

In the skies of their
Minds
Stars are trapped why.
After guiding the whole
humanity's
To their great fortune
With the wise men following
the lead.

He sat alone
Till the darkness
overcame him.
The light returns to the fall.
Rest came like granny's
strength.
Could there be
testimonies
Of laughter
With whom the fate be
decided?

Written by Bello Deborah
Edited by Bello Micheal
25/04/22