One Chance

ONE CHANCE
One Chance
At the dead hour of the night
Right under the watching eye of lucifer
When life has returned and surrendered to rest,
All that was left were a curfew like passages
No leg walked and tread the streets
No eye view the world.

One chance,
The coronach of night filled the air,
The sailor sailed no more
The sons of night ruling the streets
The daughters of the dark taking the reign,
And the power lies under their watchful eyes.

One chance,
Under the hour of horrour
When the terror was laced and lined
Fate designed her, just a new faith.
Her pride become blemish and blurred,
Forgotten by dent of time and past
And gone was the time she was intact
So sorry, that it was waned superciliously.

One chance
No second chance awaited her
Just to undo the done deed
Her light has been clothed with clot
And till she has her last wave here
Song shall be sang for the sister.
Lowly and loudly she shall laugh long
In her pain to revive the surreal moment
But... Gone would be the moment.

One Chance
At the dead hour she had come.
Ruled by the power of pride
With her loincloth maintaining right position.
She went intact and but left dispatched
And never look back to take her pride
And all is gone, gone are the ALLs for life
Just for a taste of cake.   ©Hammed Adeniyi Rilwan