In the dark for long
Holding a poorly lit three-branched chandelier
Feeling it was so meaningless and helpless
Then it was flung onto the innermost dark.
Did see the importance when some aggressive
Blood sucking blind bats attacked like bats out of hell.
They outsmart the dark-man. Then suddenly,
The forlorn glass chandelier appeared.
Shining so bright, it scared the blood sucking blind bats
Who flapped their wings lifelessly,
And ran into the innermost dark.
Precious the meaningless chandelier did turn to be.
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka