Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Idanre Hills


I feel secure running
Into you stretched arms
Your dark arms that covered the heavens
I stood at your feet
Agog with thy myth

I freeze as my eyes meet the black knight
With green crown
I stood at thy feet
Wondering how old you must be
Yet in my eyes you're lush
Than freshly pick lavenders

Idanre Hills
I call out to thy name
Black knight!
I know you hear me call
For I stood at thy feet
Wondering just are old
You must be to look so young
In your regal green crown.

Submitted: Friday, November 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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