Untitled Poem by joshua madiba

The sky lays at the dark lane.
That stars don't gleamer at all.
The darker hood up holds the head.
That the nomad don't nead.

A symbol with a character of its self.
Through the lanes of Lwakaka.
Thus he was born.
gleamering nights don't sleep.

The black fiend's onic opened.
A strange creature filled with blood.
A leader of the nomad race.
Has come to live.

That what was said.
Is being done.
It has come to pass.
That he is born.
of the nomad race.
untitled up holds thee