STOLEN GLORY

Taking a nap from the day's job
In my abode i did sit still.
with my lids dancing to the rhythmic fluctuations of the cloud
Lo, I beheld a turbulent scene.

Peace be still,
I envisaged a strand bound milieu.
A man amidst men stood within my purview
It seems the coven on him imposed a curfew
For they called forth is worth while they muttered all sort.

Blinking my lids i beheld another scene.
Same lad in view
But this time,
Bandits to him pose curfew.

Gboom gbaaam gbraaaa
Pleasurable echoes exhumed from his encounter.

Oh!
I see him struggle
But of what use is it to fight
When at night that which is right the coven without a tossle did put to flight.

Oh!
Another case of a stolen glory
I wailed as i was resuscitated from the easy uneasiness of my lids.

NOTE
The kind of thief that should be feared the most he who operates in
the realm beyond the physical.

KCPWESH