TILL THE END OF TIME

It's sting- cold, venom- sharp, brisk and sturdy
Having travailed the Sahara, Kilimanjaro, and Benue
With naked frail feet, blistering sun, and ice nights
With penury-stricken belly, infinitely un-reimbursed

The sockets gave their tenants notice to quit
The hair in nostrils shed off like withered leaves
Eye lids bowed in heavy heart, lashes repelled their King
Teeth gnashed and beat tongue, lips resented gums

Summoned with long spoon, to sup with the Serpent
Gulped fire mixed with blood, ice minced with wine
Blotting out the intestine, slacking the liver
The brains retreat, the sense cease, heart fail, yet lived.

Seen, having traversed the Elysium and cursed earth
The mountains pour on plain; valleys gnash their teeth at hills
Seen breaths, widths, depths and heights, lights are weary, dim
Seen Armageddon, martyrdom and Judas

Sailed with seadogs, pirates, with Blackbeard
Rode with Samurais, knights and Egyptians
Worked with Trojans, Babylonians
Known rivers, boundlessness of Congo, relentless stretch of Nile

Olumo crumbled underneath my feet, plunged me in coma
Zuma gave me up to despotic bandits, bruised my temples
Pacific tossed me in whirlwind; Atlantic gobbled me, yet gave up
The Everest showed me the wild world of perdition

Seen slain Lords of the Rings, slaughtered Jericho
Spelled witches, white vampires turn blood
Zombified Living Dead, made drunk with their own blood
Known the agony of Lionesses' claws, fangs of Tigers

Dispossessed of gold, silver, told- priced pearls, not mine
Bugled of flavoured life, stripped bare and defiled
Denigrated, blasphemed, cast into outer gloom
As martyrs, ending alone, and bloody

Known, seen, tales told by my father, father's father
I set to tell also, enjoining to be passed
The tales of the strife between two ends- truth and untruth
A war no mediator could prevail, bound till the end of time

Now, I have fought the good fight, kept the faith
And albeit there lay for me a crown
As the sting, coldly sting and grave sedately beckon
Behold, host of clouds- opened arms, ready to see me home.

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By @aduragbemi
17/02/2018