Blades Of A Wise Tongue Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

though shall life live
and is there must death

ye be a liar
lest we don't desire

good friends are good
best friends always are traitors

the turn to go
is sunk lone in thy eyebrows

if thou all shall pray
then must we here not delay

for a good shadow of you
is fading a little longer

a brilliant light blades
a fagrant flame tames

every mine of thine at mine
swirls in twines

i tonight tight
but loose yet in fright

give comrades gift
in a time receive thy gift.