AN ESCAPE AT THE KING’S PALACE- By – Osamudiamen .O. Milicent

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AN ESCAPE AT THE KING’S PALACE- By – Osamudiamen .O. Milicent

Delight pondereth my soul in the outermost paths
Found between the complexity of thoughts;
Diverse immersion of yesteryears
Dreaming it’s reality to the crumble presence of constrained existence,
Oh!
How I wished and longed that the fourscore,
Double fourscore was the reality of my present world.
Engraft into a kingdom of princes,
I beheld, and saw the wonders of my king,
His princess I was, precious in his eyes
And a treasure among many rubies.

I found my peace in the mist of the forest
All that my soul delight he gave,
The company of ancient trees
The smell of music
The company of his host who delight to serve the daughter of the king.

Until one night,
Went I into the woods
To seek the wisdom of the trees.
Down into the lonely mountains
Beyond all perils,
The taste of many bloods burnt in me
Like the fountains of deep waters.
The Misty mountains draweth down
The shadows of the dark years revealed
And creatures foretold of ages forgotten,
Crippeth out of hidden realms…
Desperate to strike their last,
In great pain they scrub the entirety of that which they could grasp
Then suddenly,
I turned and beheld myself in a strange civilization;
Out came the creatures of the woods to see who had come into their existence
Fear encompassed my soul
For my mortal eyes had never beheld such.
Then came a flash and I saw myself in a path,
An ancient one that has long be lost, and no fowl had walked.

 

As though trilled by this reality,
I took every step with patience
Beholding that which lived in this place
My spirit found oneness,
I could feel my own chi,
The experience was transforming..
I talked with the men of a strange generation,
As one who had long strayed from home.
Every thing beckoned to me,
The leaves spoke and I understood,
For they bore life with my spirit.

A great sound broke behind me and I found my Lord..
The king, the trees, the forest and all that grows therein
He sought after me,
My heart strived and he proclaim the wisdom of the wise..
That though ancient where these times,
The knowledge was not lost.
My spirit shall no longer strive with man for long,
Seeing that he is mortar
His days shall be a hundred and twenty jubilee.
Among the sons of men is the name of God yet esteem,
They all seek after vain things,
None have the eyes of the seer
And they are no good stewards of immortal things,
None can trace the path of the spirit
And rudiments of life they sought.
What seeth thou
O mortal being?
Born of flesh and raised by blood
That seasons are come
And the times are with us,
Though foretold in ancient times
Like an assembly set in battle array…

As of a pouncing Lion they roar
With the might of their Lord
The signal has gone forth ahead
Let he that slumber
awaken to battle..
The cry of one in the wilderness
The clouds gathering,
The ancient one arises as a life giving spirit in the flesh of men
Fortify the band that none breaks the Cord
The hour has come
Let the earth tremble at the rising of a great army.

~O.O Millicent.

Biography
Here’s a young writer of deep words. Her art goes beyond the surface of beauty at it’s peak.
She is a writer of spiritual insights, who hails from Edo state. Currently, she is studying Mass Communication at the University of Benin (UNIBEN).

2 thoughts on - AN ESCAPE AT THE KING’S PALACE- By – Osamudiamen .O. Milicent

  • Paula
    Reply Nov 16, 2018 at 1:54 pm

    Although quite lengthy, I read it to the end because I loved the flow! Beautiful piece here

  • Millicent
    Reply Nov 17, 2018 at 7:01 pm

    Hmmmmm, thanks Paula.

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