Jade Gem

Poem by Mutua W. Mutheu (Silent Volcano)   Part I   From silence to whisper It was that time when ambassadors and alligators confine, Time when the fate of the living would align, Some were sipping wine, consciousness to resign, While the religious went to the shrine, Hoping that this time, just this time everything would realign,   Aldric, was moving on the slower lane, Contrary to the greater universe, all the expectations to disillusion, Externalities brought in confusion, The city was dark and in seclusion, But somehow, Aldric's light was viewed as an occlusion, A stumbling block to the conclusion,   Stay silent, they said, Be vocal not, or else...... Tremors and shivers, Was all Aldric had become, forgetting the expected delivers, Trickling rains and flowing rivers, Both meant nothing, just as painful as blisters,   Part II Like tossing the dice, Rovana, looking for a way to get rid of Aldric, One way to die or six ways to be

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