HYDE


Miss Chiefs
mischiefs
in unholy wholey robes
of unrighteous day-twin complexion.
The dawn break eves
to glaring glow,
bright of unquavered mysteries
uncovering the hollow tunes
of moon sung secretes
embraced
during
the fall of
sleepy nights.

*DarkFlashLights

Miss Chiefs
mischiefs 
good evil tales
foretold at fall - told
in clocked spiral gaze
of melancholic beaked owl.
The wind betrayals
of stench vitals
red of murder - blood
even in day-twin cover.

Whisper
Whisper
Owls to ravens
Raven to parrots
Winds to pinna
Blue and red synchronises
Blacked Ops to the rescue
geolocated by vultured dots.

*DarkFlashLights

Today,
Miss Chiefs
mischief in royal ambience
adorned in golds
and wealthy graves of bleeding deads

Today,
Miss Chiefs
mischief in royal ambience
adorned in golds
and wealthy poverty of a sweating populace.

Unsung wind listened secretes
to trumpet tunes
at dawn.

"No hiding place for the wicked!..."

.....

🕊

- Callistus I. Okonkwor -

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