away from the home turned furnace
months ago they giggled under the pines
as destiny had bought them sweet wines
bearing his ring in a cup of cream
fortune had smiled on his dream
alas! in her mouth dwelt not teeth
but venom such as the python does covet
tearing his ego and peace like a paper shredder
manacling his dreams like a deranged matador
Written by: Emeka Nobis
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