Under the shedding Muhacha tree,
He gathered his sorry self,
And stood watch,
stalking her like prey.
He had no earnings,
Nor savings,
but his love he confessed.
she drooled her head,
and listened to his vile,
that he sweetly spoke,
until his truly self peeled,
and the monster in him emerged.
He was an Epochal bandit,
a thief of time,
and a mercenary unto destiny
©ngugi
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