Ihenachor Valerie

A deathly gloom hung above their heads, The accused stood above them all, the cold breeze Chilled him to the soul, like it was clawing

Young at heart, The yolk of youth flourished, The strong fount of love nourished, “Come with me” he whispered, “To a place where we can

There would be a time that I would go back into the earth. A moment when creation would be reversed. There would be an emptiness