Ovo Adagha
Solid misconceptions ago
Hung on
Twilight approached like doom
Footsteps lent to the sadness
Of retraced lines.
Ago
Stood unsevered and daunting
Felt less honour like
Footsteps lent to the darkness
Of plea’s pleading to be heard.
Come prodigal
Repentant lavisher
Of wasted hurts
Pruned to roof over
Will steps lent to highness
Like is now
Ago.