Black Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane
Black
Black
Mighty black,
Dark as the seas of sorrow,
Dull of by the cry of the untamed.
Waging through with the cold winds.
Slithering like a god; Damballa.
My voice will swim the tides of the dark winds,
And let open to the trees of the forest to background my singly pain.
In vain,
That is where I seek to enjoy on thy blood,
And let thy heart be covered by dark archaic clouds of love.
O.M Hajane
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