It’s all grey
The sage tells of a presage
Full of thoughts, talks and all
Indicating the bane on the wall
Disguised in beauty
With a sketch of cruelty
With a flaw of clarity
An evidence of incongruity
It’s all grey
Like the ancient tale
Of an enchanted tail
Buried in horrors mail
What I mean
Is what you need
The beauty of a dying corpse
By Ekene Michael Ngoka
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