White-charcoal

White-charcoal

Off sunshine jogged a hero,
Towards victory failed a hero,
Because of reproach at his fountain...
Of victory-line; posing holed mountains.

Harmattan hammered harboured impostors,
Heavy wind whirling, bewailed so boisterous,
Hounding haters hugged their ends:
Hairs and heirs house different sense.

Foe-friends seem bright but wacks a-nigh;
Wearing clouds of hidden agenda a-night,
Loitering pieces of afflictions unseen,
And yet, they grieve oneself of sin.

Again, off sunshine jogged a hero,
Towards victory failed this hero,
Because of reproach at his rich fountain,
By moles and infidels against his fulgent curtains.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>18/06/2017
>12:18AM