The Eve I Know Poem by Daniel Nwauzorma

The fairest maiden of all beneath the sky.
Enchanting aura, dearest of the nine.
In distress, in joy; shared in my cry.
She shows a care, so dear, so benign

The joy i know was wrought from her soul.
The fears i dread...smashed down the road.
Brewed in thoughts, i drank from the bowl;
Of love, of pain, of pleasures untold

She is the heart of pain, the stronghold;
You'll never know, she is an angel.
She is the demon that seemingly unfolds.
In the dawn of life's throes; a nightmare is born.

This is the eve i know, a sweet evil.
Many have perished, Many have prevailed,
Many are on their way to early grave.
Many are on their way to untold fame.

That is the ambiguity of this eve.
A being with dire complexities.
Be careful of the buttons that peeve,
Or you face the grim penalties.