Poetry Play #33

poetry play

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Hizik



Not a stranger to the night

Nor to its darkness that smites


For I’m the son of the moon

Night is a garment I wear for fun


And I adorn my garment with stars

And the souls of the fallen


I’m alpha of nightmares

That sour the sweetness of your dreams


The devourer of light

The elixir of doubt and fear


My whistle is the wind that sends cold shiver into bones

I make men tremble in terror


But yet I drift in the loneliness of dark times

And the never ending agony


And with no one to talk to,

I speak to the ears of the walls of my room


And if and only if walls could talk

They’d speak the love I once had


A love once beating in the hub of my heart

Before the hurt came


Ridding me of the warmth of the fire of love

Left with the cold ashes of hate


So I share the cold around like gifts from Santa Claus (or Satan’s Claws)


Regardless of you being naughty or nice

The gift I give freely


So I’m a giver, a generous giver

And blessed are the givers


For they receiveth more

And I receive only what I give till it drowns me


And I return to sleep in the arms of my own nightmares


Shut closed in a sepulchre

Never to be disturbed nor woken

NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec



About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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One Response to Poetry Play #33

  1. Tawa says:

    Nice idea


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