Vail Of Etina Poem by Gabriel Owino Jr.

I speak for precious Etina
Her demise
Oh, like a dozen deaths
Oh, but why, but why

listen to me
That one was not human to be
Her beauty, never sincere to man's eyes
Her heart, bitter than uncooked Osuga

She loved to walk
Yes to walk, to trumple on all a men's ego
She was the malady
She ceased any heart that crossed her

None ever saw the next sun
To narrate of her night desires
Indeed, indeed
Like she was hell on heels

Until

Until she met him
Him the con artist
Him the heart thief
Until he played his tricks

Oh, and assumed her intoxicating hips
Oh, ditested her lips
Oh, hated her skin

She had never touched love
For she hated those who loved her
But then
She found the one to love
The one who hated her

Dear Etina
Who can resist her large eyes?
Who can not bow down to her ungodly beauty
No, her nightmare must have come true
Now what will Etina do

Tell him
But she is a firebrand princess
Any kindness will wreak of her weakness

But still she asks

Who dares hate her passionately
To spark her virgin love

Who dares open the gates of hell
Only to turn the heat up
Wonders and wonders
Precious Etina
Who dares open her vail
And leave her lips untouched