Ebi Robert

(6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

ANCIENT ANGEL III


Smirk the frieze, the wings arrives to study.
Listen the walls speak.
Fellow the scarp, either or not sophistry.
Listen not for disciplined field greenery.
consider the theorem tactics based sensory.
Ancient wings fellowship in old aged conservatory.
A long reigned dusted domiciliary.
From their white faces voted vocabulary
voicing what the water carry in hosiery
and the strange out come incendiary
capitulating with an evil over-ovary
Listen the walls speak.
Sleep stood the angel of topiary
Orator in oratory-
The water elevates satanic theory-
that leaves praises to mere might lapidary
the fellowship is broken, and mend; hurry
meanwhile we depart to see men redeemed to glory

Submitted: Monday, September 05, 2011
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