The Servant Of Darkness Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

The servant of darkness







I greet you, I greet you,
Oh great god of hills
I serve you kola!
From a heart in need
Come forth, merry along
With me, in your dark house
Where pieced peace pays,
Where blood break bonds
There, I want us to talk,
A talk that will never die
Not until the stars get scars
Not until the moon takes noon
Not until the sun rape the sea
Without all this come to pass!
I shall wait,
If I die... I die!
No one cares...
No love, no aid...
Orange had been the new black,
But blood became the grog.






©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
15/08/2018
01: 53AM