By Onunkwo J Chinedu
When the cards are down
And the storm calm
With the flora standing upright
Only two of us matter
Though in the valley of dead
With no shrill cries of their ghosts
Yet surrounded by skulls
Evidence of ephemeral ether
Come here my love
Come nearer
So that our breaths would fuse
And when you look up
We have our crown
An empty skull of an enemy conquered!
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Deep!.Deep!!