FAR AWAY SAMARRA

I sent him on a quest to the market,

When suddenly he felt a cold hand upon his shoulder;

Fear gripped his soul and his calm did it harvest.

Death looked him in the eyes and his attention had he kept,

The stink of dead souls grew as he moved closer;

I sent him on a quest to the market.

Totally frightened slowly had he crept,

And sped away on his feet as though he were a rover;

Fear gripped his soul and his calm did it harvest.

On getting home unto me had he leapt,

He begged for a horse to take him to far away Samarra;

I sent him on a quest to the market.

I went by myself to the market,

And questioned death why upon my servant he sought to lay his altar;

Fear gripped his soul and his calm did it harvest.

Surely from the world would he be washed,

For death had a date with him in far away Samarra.

I sent him on a quest to the market.

Fear gripped his soul and his calm did it harvest.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John- 2015