I
laid up on the soft beds of the cloud
Blaring
from west was the devil’s music
And
watched as man danced raved and cheered out loud
Night’s
beauty lost in the moment’s magic
I
am son of the morning
I
laid my hands on jaws on the soft cloud
I
had to run fast from the north’s violence
Man
shed blood; I heard a cry in the crowd
The
torments the pains the cry of silence
I
am son of the morning
I
laid faced up on the soft fleecy cloud
Adhering
to sweet wisdom from the east
The
home of the sun, man was well-endowed
In
here never ceased was the honey feast
I
am son of the morning
I
peered up at purple skies gone were the cloud
In
the south, I had need for man’s pleasure
Here
I watched man; bold beautiful and proud
With
a maid in love I fell, at leisure
I
am son of the morning
Ok naa
wetin naa
LUCIPHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To be honest, the many grammar issues with this poem made me not appreciate it as much. I’m left wondering if the missing article for “son of the morning is deliberate. What of the left out commas? Or are these part of the style?
I agree
This is the kind of poem that makes me fall in live with nature all over again.
u really touched my hart here…
The left out commas like @Myne pointed out though was, really detracting from the poem’s beauty.
kudos!