•In the morn' of moan', noon's eternity and even', a mystery untold.
The fair–haired of omens bemourns alone
a bleeding heart seldom surmise knowing peace.

••For it bleeeds, it bleeds and bleeeds
till it begets a hollow heart.
Hello my world, I'm a hollow heart for
I bewail a priceless loss on a fadeless day; doom beclouds the heavens and son won't smile for
a gold–rimmed casket here home is fit still
only for the equaliser of men— six feet of dirt!
© Damanyi Nathaniel U–nandinja.
•Fri, May 29, 2020.