|
When the time comes
That my quill will become impotent
Unable to begat the inky semen of truth
To break the virgin hymen of posterity
Will you scorn me like heat beams from eerie deserts?
When the time comes
That my bones will become weak
Cracking in ominous grandeur
In want of plethora of soothing balms
Will you massage my aged muscles of hope?
When the time comes
That cyclonic wave of torment
Will crave to dine to ravenous stupor
By feasting on myriad dreams, untold
Will you again knit the blueprint of my tomorrow?
When the time comes,
That I will give in piously
To the mundane goddess of beut, Aphrodite
Defiling decorum in her temple of lust
Will you water me to my senses?
When the time comes
That the gold of my diligent bidding
Will have to be mined copiously
At the cornucopia of holy snakes
Will you inspire my fear with sermons of trust?
When the time comes
That fruitful land will become barren
That thirsty stream would lick empty wells
Will I still call you my friend?
copyright 2016
Ajise
Vincent |
