Through beating nights with unyielding honour trembling
Boughs swayed by gales in unsavoury motion
Running man-imposed structures mine home I protected
Decades ago;with a sate heart I pine the less for rejuvination
As my dread state of hampered longevity is a work of man`s hand
Delimiting my perenniality and now I`m withered.
A stormy thunderstorm reigning the dark night settled
In utter rage of thunderclaps thudding the pulsating heart,
Lightning bolts stroke severely and forbears seeing the loathing
Rage warned"This one is not natural but the work of witchcraft
With intent to end this family'But why they haven`t done nothing'
It`s arch rivalry and pure jealousy of resenting someone prospering"
With a terrible dread of being motionless coiling blades render`d my flesh
In ponderous eletroculation,a flickering nightmare which still runs in my veins.
