Agarau Adedayo redux

HOMEWARD 

I shall come home 
From this forest of bony branches 
Where centipedes crawl into waterholes 
To end their looming gloom. 

I shall come home 
From this room tainted in black 
Where gecko swallows my prayer of freedom 
And spiders web my daunting dreams.

 

I shall come home

To your waiting arms, Aduke

To wash the night off bloodshed

That rages down from wailing cloud-stead.

 

I shall come home, tonight

With fainting breath-failing strength

To die at your heart; a vacant slate of destiny 

Till I wake in the warmth of your palms.

 

Baba Yaga -- Ivan Bilibin