By Thompson Emate
She showed them the way,
but they dismissed her.
They called her an old piece of art
and fell into the hands of the night.
She urged them to listen to the trees.
There’s a message they convey in their swaying.
They loathed and abhorred her words,
Losing themselves in the woods.
She told them to follow the rhythm of drumbeats
that would lead to chambers of secrets.
They claimed the ancient stories were irrelevant for the modern
and were swallowed by mysteries.
She encouraged them to look into the tranquil stream,
to see who they truly were.
They considered it an illusion of the mind,
and so, lived in the darkness all their lives.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
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