A harrowing dream horrified me!
As lamented by distressed father
"Oh!My dear son I`ve a dream to narrate;
Some fiend spirits `re set for this hour
To dement and derail your course.
I saw you boarding a wretched truck
With queer travelling on rails in haste,
Eccentrically you`ere reeling off it`s head
And in that stance I were send to deliver
An apparition letter I know not.
In swift,I galloped as a horse to deliver,
I climbed a truck rolling fast
Some fiends forestalled me in vulgar display
The tololoshes,izizwe,abafana;
I wrestled in victory then rose sighing heavily
A hand clutched not letting go a bit.
After I compass you and my duty executed
Heralding back`ere abacked
By some pale incarnate'white ghoul' brazen with impudence
Unrelentingly firing with harangue;
Angered I retaliated with some insolent lines,
Then they retreated to the dark.
Reeling back in vanity traversing with bliss"
For a moment confounded with dread thudding
I listened mute the nightmare unfolding:
With deep surging fury within uncontained bursting,
'What sin have I committed;I`ve done nothing'
"Son,there`re sullen malcontent out there
Delving for your blood high and low
And won`t halt less the sordid act is done
Nor witness you crumble below.
These fiendish spirits are sent forthright
To dement your intellect to naught;
An earth-garbage devour dirt on broad daylight
Shuttering your course with witchcraft.
Fortunately!You were out of the truck,fortunately;
This translates although there is
A dark cloud over your head you shall emerge victoriously
Nor harm will venture overthrowing your dreams"
'Yeah!I comprehend then enlighten me:
What is the mystic letter for,'
"It symbolizes unequivocally the way you desire
As like varsity you`re pining for.
Earth; my son is sinful with myriad injustices
Me,myself my whole life is wretched;
Savage arms at resentment with my gains
Torched me alive to burn to death.
All my cruel enemies including surprisingly your mother
Witch-bound panting insanely for my blood;
Weaving restlessness surging and usurping terror,
Are but now six feet underground.
Son,we must acquire a crimson candlelight
Pinned from below and lit everynight:
Wherein earnestly with credence to forefathers
And God you seek guidance with prayers.
