A Beast From Which There is No Running

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- April 28, 2017

A Beast There is No Running

Is death the end of mortal dreams

The hopes that once fuels a toiling hand

Shall we all someday

Be enshroud in white blankets

Into that yonder realm of oblivion

To sleep forever in closed graves?

What song will the lips sing

When a legend dies in the struggle

How long must the lonesome soul cries

When a loved one is gone

Alas, the giant is gone

On a journey of no return

Through the mysterious route of eternity

The path we shall one by one tread

The mighty elephant has fallen

Its quakes are carried on the wings of the wind

Its bang has drummed the plate of the sky

Startling the other beast of the jungle

From the calmness of a peaceful night

So even the great must go

Where the worms had gone

In death is all equal

A beast from which there is no warning

A fate from which there is no running

© Olatuja Oloyede