Shady light enslave the world
As mortals seek liberation in the void
Rots of angst hollow in my skull
My extricate goals fail on the podium of time

I am an extricate phenomenon of dismay
Igniting war of starvation as leaves on treetops
The twilight of grass dance swiftly
as my freedom filled the open space of the sky

I am the lost opportunity of future of yesterday
I hardly recall the last day I feed with my family
For sorrow covers my face as a pregnant sky
hoping to give birth to a child without delay

I am a ghost out of a broken coven
Overly speaking words for a new heaven

Written by
Martin Ijir