SCROLLS OF ATLANTICA.

She lied and slept on the death slab

The only frost was the beach blackness
Out of the slit darkness of the moons throat!...
Cold was the stuff of vinegar that snatched her soul,

Down down down the gates of hell below.

Devil had her forever in sheol scrolls, locked away from eternity!...

Oh how poor the life of the 'cursed Atlanticania'

#Golden_INSPIRATIONS
Poet: Babatunde Modupe
Pic Source: Goggle Images.