A Night Alone Poem by Folayemi Akande

Even the precious emerald and ruby is but a penny,
To purchase this one night on lasting grace,
Thorns and needles, upon this rocky ground heaps,
Off home near home,
Long seen a sight upon this tyrant monstrosity called hills,
Against the mote wind prickle,
The wooing thrushes at profound remarks elated,
Yet, at no hush my niggling protest,
Their gender prescribed as landlords,
Herald menace in their famished looks,
Beasts at soaring sight!
Crowned jackboots feet and clipped claws of nailing hooks,
'The sparks would fly' i said, on suspended grievous trail,
You slimy vulture, at whose virtue is your spartan praised
When and less by knight you crave,
Waiting and stalking upon my thread at far east of Okuku hills,
Begone! Blood pawn,
So i joined the returned band of eleventh wagon,
And fiery down the morning mountain,
To the caves at hope linger,
What a night, a night of stalking shadows.