The Sealed Temple Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

A sacred temple censored and sealed,
Never before or on it any man dine, sacrifice or worship,
For a sworn sacred priest, her altar reserved.
Her thin and delicate border a she guards,
Keeping out the wolves,
The young and the old.
Her dedication and discipline revered,
Mocked by some, admired by another some but respected by most,
Her efficiency at keeping the temple gate,
Jealous, other temple guards were,
Until a certain cunning stranger came calling,
On the temple gate endlessly knocking,
His ways dubious,
Tongue laced honey but stale,
Open should she, he promised,
On her altar only will he burn his incense,
Care and worship until death bids him come,
Enticed, entrapped by his sweet words, lies,
This once and no more, she will let her discipline and moral guard down.
His sacrifice at the altar was not without blood,
The delicate border opens,
And the strange priest will not even honour his promised words,
More beautiful temples, enough, all over the world.
Before noon, the young and old gather at her weakened gate,
All have sinned and seek atonement at her altar and place.