THE KNAVISH KING BY AIYEJINNA ABRAHAM

THE KNAVISH KING

Death, is that you?..

The scorpion's sting,

on carnal hearts.

The flowing ink,

of misery's arts.

The knavish king,

who dons in swart.

The one who sings,

sorrow to Earth.

Death, I know you?..

The timeless thief,

of day and night.

Six feet's your fief,

you own such site.

You enforce grief,

and gripping fright.

You hate relief,

you strive till night.

Death, I tell you:

You'll surely die,

time is your grace.

You'll say goodbye,

right to my face.

Your face will cry,

filled with grimace.

Death you will die,

when time is space!

© AIYEJINNA ABRAHAM O•2020

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