Dream Before Valentine's Day Poem by Emmanuel Isuku

In my royal castle of dreams,
I trod a land tormented by the cold harmattan wind,
There I found a forlorn damsel..
She was alluring in her looks
As she appeared against the evening sun.
Her face was so dreary,
And her red lips shivered.
She had stood there
Just to slip down demise's vale.
I walked towards her and recuperated her strength
With the good tidings of sweet valentine.
Lo! amiss utter love,
She vanished,
And I came ashore from slumber's sea
In sheer remorse;
which quelled as soon as I heard the the crooning of valentine.