Ewatomi
Gait precedes her beauty,
Her calm nature - a soothing balm to Sango's anger,
calumny isn't our threshold mark, yet,
she sells shells for the onlookers.
The aura of her loins,
weakness I cannot feign.
Dreadful in the sight of the Lions,
but a cave light for Dem enchantress.
Shall you say your beauty runs us berserk?
Has it taken away our senses?
Nature has its call and obedience to call, for,
forlon nature drives us mad.
Wit of Kings faileth all,
strength of Hercules buried him.
What shall we say then of this treasure?
Time has its' gain on it!
Beware of the chalices.
The strength hasn't failed me yet.
Wits hasn't gone out of one.
Ewatomi.
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