They came at night, lifting their evil banners on one hand, and darts on the other. They paraded streets, looking for souls to abduct, and men to recruit. They chanted perilous slogans to announce their presence, and no one dared to remain outdoors whenever these marauding fellows came to ‘play’.
They were men of the night who caused lives to take flight, they were hijackers of peace, and of course, every man’s nightmare.
I had to leave,
cos tarrying would only
bring you more harm than good.
You call it cowardice,
I call it saving your ass.
We once called them wise men, duffing our caps, giving them
all the respect we’ve got, only
for them to begin doing things
only foolish men would do,
making fools out of us.
I ask not that you believe me,
all I ask is that you give your ears some listen
for I’ve got a lot buried in me
that they seem quite too much to contain.
And oh! how they do tamper with my brain!
I sure do fear the outcome
if I fail to give myself a purge
Thus, I beseech you my sweetling
that you allow me say my piece,
before I finally take my leave.
We are the wary ones,
too guarded to trust anyone,
for we’ve hurt,
so many times before.
Your foibles are art themselves,
they make you seem like an inexplicable beauty;
a mystery, I’m keen to unravel
You could term
his anger a ‘good rage’,
for it was of a
it was one
that invoked a
passion in him,
a kind that led
him to his
She threw him
a sultry glance
that could stir up
any man’s libido
but those weren’t
the pair of eyes
he was looking for,
they weren’t the ones
that rendered him
weak to his knees
hence, with a tight smile,
he said to her:
And for the first time, in a long time, she saw his face contort in a smile, and just any smile, but the kind that reaches the eyes. So, she just stood there at the doorway, enthralled by the scenic view of him. He didn’t seem to notice her presence, too focused on the dispatch in his hands; the reason for the smile on his face. And right there, she made a silent prayer that whatever the good news was, that it lasted forever.
Gone was the ever wintry, mirthless General she had be forced to get acquainted to, since the beginning of the war. From how beautifully gay he seemed to be, she didn’t have to take a look at the thick brown paper in his hands, to have a good understanding of what it beheld. Whatever was there, was definitely something that would bring peace to their land; the one thing he had always longed for, something that had seemed like an illusive wish, the one and only thing, that could, at this time, make him look this happy.
She couldn’t help but smile at his smile, for finally, the real him was back, the him the war had buried for a long time. Satisfied with this turnabout, she gave a contented sigh.
it’s like he’s on a treadmill,
ever chasing after pretty Stacy,
but still getting the same old unbefitting reply― I’m not interested