It was a stygian night,
Darkness stretched over our land,
The one we have never seen before,
It cloaked the light from our lamps.
Nature stood against us,
We had chased away the spirits of benevolence,
We had angered the good spirits,
“Though hands join with hands the offenders won’t go unpunished,” a sage warned.
Calamity has befallen our lands,
We see monsters in our dreams,
Abomination thread the day,
Our rivers no longer fulfil our desires.
We heard wails the night before,
A sage claimed they came from the elements,
They mourn the aftermath of the darkness
we have allowed through our doors.
Injustice walks on our roads,
The unworthy wear the crown,
Oppression lurks nearby,
The brave and outspoken are silenced.
It was a long night,
We sought the mercy of the Divine,
Eventually, the darkness rolled away,
Driving the evildoers from our midst with a thunderous sound.
A sage said that they were taken to the depths of the forest,
A place for the doomed,
A place where they can only be freed by the Divine,
But only if their supplications become a sweet sound.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.