He knew one day
His brother would come and save him
From this torture of a place.
So he waited;
For days, for months, for years
For centuries, for millennium.
There!
Hope was lost
He slept alone
Bathing himself with fear
And cursing his stars for having helped his brother.
The gift of helping his brother
Was forever in hell.
He had come to accept the fate
That there was no escape for him.
Not at all.
He was going to stay alone;
Till forever.
All what would keep him company
Will be memories.
Memories of which as time went by
Became distant;
Became fictional.
Imagine – love is disaster if it gets you into
trouble.
So he stayed in hell
Growing back to his wicked soul.
Scheming,
Hallucinating
And hurting
That his wife could do this to him
That his brother had not come for him yet.
Ha! So after a very long time;
He built himself a mirror
And he saw to his horror
As to how much he had lost his beauty.
Indeed,
Hell was no joke!
The once fair skin had turned into
Indescribable black.
His long black hair was now short and dirty.
His white eyes were all red.
His skin was pale.
He was pale
He was the exact opposite of his oldself
Back on Earth,
Nyame had built himself a carve
Which he named
“Asieye”
Meaning burial.
He buried himself there
Thinking
Crying
Rejecting
And punishing himself
For failing his brother, himself and the people he
created.
He built himself a cage
And shut himself from the world;
And not even the Serpent’s wife with all her powers
now
Could enter.
This did not however stop the Serpent’s Wife
From trying to penetrate into
This Thick Walls.
Days
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Decades
Centuries
Millenniums,
She tried to penetrate these walls
But failed on each attempt.
Her failure made her eager to plan
On how to break these wallsFULL VERSION OUT O 19TH JULY, 2015
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