RAVEN BLUE!

What is this sound of whispering wind 

Or the call of twisted bats 

I choose to live not once, 

But in life eternal, in a Kingdom. 

That knows no Rot, nor seasons 

Not lifeless bodies hanging down from blade ropes.

I was not at a happy place before, 

My roots were stuck, stone cast infact 

Me had to reach out to one greater. 

Mightier than the eccentos of the wild

I can breathe now, 

I am confident of my fights.

Cos' he's fighting nations for me 

Nasty, terrible.

Keeping my foot on the gas pedal 

Ghosting out on lost conversations and intangibles 

I don't just burn bridges, but the ace in the holes 

Of Raven blues!.

POET: Babatunde Modupe.

IMAGE CREDIT: Goggle Images.