The Sonnet 2 Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Come not here, Not there- -O adulteress!
Do warlord fights when laid therein grave?
Rove away, Rove away, beauty of slyness,
O preying death, Give me no seductive wave;
Of umpteen wreaths and glamours outward,
Painted granites, glossy veneer of marbles;
And yet dead bones, rots and decay inward,
She's a tombstone, Her graces are sad fables;
Sweet as honey, On a bed veiled upon cavern
Cloying to teach git a game that cost his life,
Come not here, Not there- O undear maiden!
The brief mirth in immoral wife?
Myriad are the sufferer of your unkind plot,
My life is a green bud too heinous to cut
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