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The wolves rushed the meal left hurriedly by the maiden,
Their excited whines rhymed, as they lapped up the meal left
by the heathen.
An unsuspecting onlooker might suspect foul play in this
scene
As quietly it appeared as if the maiden had been fooled by a
fiend.
Suddenly strange sounds came from far deep in the forest.
Orchestrated by a gust of wind so powerful it shook the hare’s
nest.
The wolves ears pricked up, sudden panic gripping their
pack.
The remains of their meal forgotten they hurriedly ran away
from this path.
Something dark…………..something pungent. Something powerful…..
something Gruesome.
Its footsteps hidden, its form unseen, materialized from
behind its Lair.
Evil had been called out to haunt the night.
The crickets heralded its arrival, their sudden outburst of
singing breaking the tranquility of the night.
A large black sea of Birds convened on the tree tops in the
compound.
Their sheer numbers blackening the moon lit sky.
Chickens asleep awoke with sheer fright, making their way
hurriedly into the next farm.
The wind howled at its direction, unseen eyes tracing the
maidens footsteps to this house.
The wooden gates creaked open in submission.
There was Legal permission to subdue this household.
She slept with her arms outstretched; deep in slumber her
sorrow previously mapped out in dry tears had lost its evidence.
Her husband’s back was turned to her as his massive tummy
pulsated in rhythm with his heavy snores.
It glided into their bedroom with authority, its phantasmal presence
looming at the top of the hut’s ceiling.
It stared dispassionately at the couple sound asleep on their
mat.
It Waited for the sign
sure to come ,that it was to time to heed the maidens call.
A loud cry came from the distance, an eerie most unbecoming
sound.
Its harsh shrieks sent
the black birds perched on the tree, fluttering away with haste.
It was Time………
The air grew stiffly silent;
smoke seemed to rise precipitously filling the room.
Her husband’s snore grew louder
as he was lulled into deep sleep.
Her wrapper slid from her chest revealing
pert taut breasts.
Her breathing quickened as she
began to feel a thrust deep within her.
Pressure began to build from
underneath as she felt a slight fire burning through her legs.
In dream state or reality she
knew not as her hands began a sluggish descent to protect her woman hood.
It was too late , she had called out the demon
far deep in the forests to her bedside.
By morning an Offspring would
begin its nine months sojourn in her belly.
It was Time.
Childless couples often make diabolic sacrifices to get a child. They often do. It's the source of this their 'blessing' that's suspect. From the ravishing to the anguishing is often a while, but if the couple live long enough, both are sure to converge.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, by the way. Nice cadences.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, childlessness in this part of the world puts so much pressure on a marriage , if the couples are not deep rooted in the word of God or have principles they end up putting their hands in so many things that could lead to destruction.
ReplyDeleteThe [poem is a sad depiction of what actually happens in reality. i am glad you enjoyed it.