Through the thick darkness,,
I hear the whispers of the dark
Behind the tree trunk,,a voice so soft and tender whistles
The wind rages and the leaves flutters,,
the flowers sing and the grasses responds
The autumn springs forth yet the winter tarries,,
summer is patient cos the Sun wishes to bath
The voices of women are heard,,
Songs are splattered like a fountain
Melody slippery like a reptile penetrates the gentle breeze,,
Nobles converge in pageantry
Goblets half filled collide in merriment,,
bottles emptied of their substance
Toast consumes the atmosphere,,
yet suspense evades the heart of all like a bandit
Behind the curtains,,another script is written and unleashed
Labour like a tsunami encounters the kings mistress,,
once a damsel but now a Mother
Spectators few,,cheering on as a new chapter of life is Unravelled
The shrieks of a virgin child caresses the ear,,
the five senses suspended
What could it be? They asked?
Time stands still defying the laws of physics
Hearts flooded with curiosity,,shifts to the left
Eyes bulging with expectations,,
thirsty to embrace the unknown
Finally the news breaks out like an epidemic
Joy splashed on souls,,
ecstacy ignited to the peak
Hands raised in Thanksgiving to the Almighty
Behold!! It's a damsel,,
sucullent as the grapes of the field
Her eyes glittering like pearls begotten from rocks
Her hair curly as the Lillie's in full bloom
Her frame fragile yet alluring
Her lips beautiful could be mistaken for raspberry
Suddenly terror strikes like ASUU,,
horror quickly dries up excitement
The Queen lays still,,
cold and breathless
Pandemonium unleashed among the dutches
Princes bow their head in melodramatic reflection
The king rises from his throne in discombobulation
Stewards stung in an upheaval,,
minstrels loose inspiration
The clouds grow dark,,
The wind heavy with grief
The gatekeepers stagger,,
the wise men lost in limbo
A cry is heard afar off,, concubines waylayed with sorrow
The Royal horses trample the dust in disgust,,
The chariots rattle like a gun
The Apple tree sheds it's leaves in a jiffy,,
The sycamore sheds it's thorns
The King swallowed on his throne,,
His crown heavy on his skull
What went wrong?,,
Questions seized the palace like a siege
The atmosphere gloomy with mourning,,
the gates stained with blood
The Kings lover takes a trip to the underworld,,
her body lies in demise
The Queen stages her exeunt from the terrestrial domain
Promises hanging in the air,,
DESTINY fades away
A child without the succour of her mother,,
Her breast never to be sucked
Expectations cut short and the future bleak with vaccum
The mountain place void of comfort,,
The valley lacking in relief
The king full of Wisdom and splendour,,
Yet powerless to save the dead
Silver and gold he never lacked,,
yet so futile to purchase the elixir of life
His heart took delight in all his Accolades,,
yet nothing was gained under the Sun
He excelled in WISDOM,,
yet the wise man like the fool will not be remembered long
The wind blows to the south and returns to the north
The Sun rises in the East and sets in the west,,
clothed with fire and scarlet
Life flows in cycles and circles,,
all streams flow into the sea yet it's never full
The eyes never has enough of seeing nor the ears it's fill of hearing
More knowledge more grief,,
more achievements more labour
More Money more consumers,,
more popularity more gossip
More grace more responsibility,,
More years more misery
More love more hurts,,
More philosophies more sorrow
Generations come and generations go,,
what is twisted cannot be straighted,
The same fate overtakes both the Royal blood and the peasants
There is nothing new under the sun,,
what has been will be again
VANITY UPON VANITY,,ALL IS VANITY
But the conclusion of this matter is
FEAR GOD AND KEEP HIS COMMANDMENTS
for this is the whole duty of MAN
*THE WORDS OF THE PREACHER*
©IKE DAVID