Shade Shade daughter of sage
Loved an enchanter of the spirits
An apprentice to the gods
And she the spirits trailed
Beautiful spirit ''they'' wailed
She ran to Dele
I learn from the gods themselves!
And none shares my bride!
Who can stand the king of the spirits?
Not a mortal
Neither an apprentice
Who was a perfect judge?
The gods don't protect their apprentice
Neither can the spirits marry
And none can touch our beautiful Shade
Neither will the spirit accept Dele
Life twirled in shadows
And Dele grew old
Shade younger and beautiful
The regrets of the spirit hung
The gods....The spirits
Held both ends of the coin
And a brave Dele opted for peace
To hold his fading walking stick
Neither could die
Neither could have Shade
And the greatest of the guilt of the apprentice
The gods never punish spirits!
Or do they?
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