The High Priest's Saga Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

The gods hath given him air
Fiery lungs to breathe bit by bit
In angst, servitude and despair
Beat'n gongs to grace the gods when hit.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

Awakening the gods from lulls
Of darkly unknown world's domain
To bask in bloody myths and skulls
Of mortals sacrific'd in pain.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

The gods he crave from east to west
Drunken with quest for divine blood;
Onward he doth the gods' behest
Slaught'ring throngs of people; accord.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

He strikes down kingdoms with his bow,
Rend the spoils 'fore the shrine, un-fold
All treasures dropp'd for the gods b'low
All argentum, topaz and gold.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

Bringing captives to his coven
To grace his gods occulis sight,
And be torn away as cloven
With their hearts spread into the night.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

He's terror and terror was him
On the earth he glide mystic charms
Tormenting lives as Anakim;
With livid terror on his arms.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

At his sight the sun himself fled
Giving way to his dark spirit
That roam about in might and stead;
His spirit in devilment fit.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

The trembling throng did pay homage
On the goth shrine they lay their bid;
Serving the high-priest as their wage
To appease the high-priest in-deed.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

He brought thronging men and women
From over mountains, over hills
To worship on the goth omen
Of his high-shrine or be his kills.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

To serve his earthen gods of bronze
He stoop the people to their kneels
Whoe'er refuses he shall pounce
And strike them down from head to heels.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

So were the people's lives at stake,
In abject fright for their lives;
In peril for their hearts that quake:
So they serve the high-priest in strives.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

But, time came: A new God was known
To the people whom he cheerish
Truly call'd unto them his own,
Be lov'd by him; ne'er to perish,
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

And the people cried unto God
To strike the shrines and high places;
So they could praise and call him lord,
With joy engulf round their faces.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

And the Living God hearken forth,
The Almighty stir 'gainst the shrine,
Beck'ning th' east wind to blow its worth
Trampling the dark spirits to d'cline.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

And the people rejoice in glee
With choruses, hymnals and psalms,
They praise God; very happily
With cycles of loud clapping palms.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

Peace was bestow'd on earth again
Joy was seen across the blue sky
Where the priest's idols hath thus lain
Ne'er such sculptures were found on high.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

But, little was known of the priest
Who was bound beneath the earth crust
With hellish chains for devil's beast,
Till he returns back to the brown dust.
Onward! For the high-priest's saga.

He shall be crested b'hind hell's bars
In a dread place six feet beneath
Among tribes of unfaithful tars;
Will be with him gnashing their teeth.
For the high-priest's saga: Onward!