Ghost Writer

Watch out my brother, the chariots of evil men pursue you
Run now I plead, gather both your wife and your seed.
Watch now! the dragon flies nigh above thy heads,
His fire as hot as the sun and his countenance as that of death.
I fell long ago but you have a chance;
Don’t look back for the sight of destruction is saline.
Tell your seed about me, let my name not be just a memory;
Turn me into a poem,
A sonnet; 14 tales of my journey. When you get to the hills; the sun will smile on you,
and before your eyes there your paradise shall be.

Marvelous Ikpea

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