Darkness triumphs over light,
Day subjected to the night.
Sun had earn its glory in the noon
It is now the turn of the moon.
Warn the spherical sun,
To dance not,
to galaxy tune.
The ray singing its melody,
Had been muted with chronic malady.
Let the whitish sky,
Manipulate into black
Tell all birds that fly,
That, their road had become dark.
Allow the twinkle old stars,
To reflect out their light.
They are the glory of the night,
Shinning like diamond up high.
Mosquitoes are now hungry,
Houseflies should go to sleep
Only the night provide them food,
Nurtured with the human red fluid
Many will be send to a night grave,
With a sweet aroma coil of raid.
Night gown, ready to stare at nakedness,
Of body clothed with daily stress,
Get the pellow pillow, teased with hands,
Night grave is ready for romance.
Junction hungry for sacrifice,
Calabash, will soon quench the appetite.
Tell Esu, the master of cross roads,
That, its dinning table will soon invite the ghost.
Tell the witchcraft that fly,
That midnight is already at hand
The gods that direct, the movie of night,
Will soon come out like worm beneath the land.
Hands will soon fight with banging drum,
Legs will soon swipe to singing song
Amidst the abode of darkness,
Where life is sent to an exile without sword.
Poison my blood,
To become taboo to gods
Dumb me into deaf,
When my name is echoed in spiritual realm.
Until the hen cocks,
Till the soul will be raised up
When the night creatures start to talk,
Life is already dead in syrup
Oh! Creator of creature,
Beat my cock, till it cries
I Lay on my mat like pastures,
Let its early song provoke my corpse to rise.
I want to rise with the sun,
And not to quarrel with the moon
Open my eyes when the morning comes,
So that, my kneels may crawl in praises with joy.