LEAGUE DAY 2; MIMIYIE BENHURA vs MOHAMMED SHAMS-DEEN

Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen! Today, I bring you two wordsmiths ironing words out between themselves. MOHAMMED SHAMS-DEEN and MIMIYIE BENHURA...

Today is league day 2 and this battle is already becoming fierce!... Enjoy!

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Good luck to the wordlord and Wordlordess... LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: BLACK BLOOD

Mohammed Shamsu-Deen

TITLE; Prey for Vampires

I was the wing-tied raven

On whom vampires preyed

Vampires who preached vice virtues

And used pipettes of treachery

To draw away my blood.

When I untied myself

They came back with aid

But aid was bait

That plucked my star feathers.

When I healed to soar

They returned

Airborne like pneumonia

Swearing to spell me with anaemia

But I did caw. flew

And cursed:

"Tomorrow — just tomorrow

You shall be scarecrows

On whom crows will nest!"

MIMIYIE BENHURA

TITLE; UNTITLED

They call it cursed blood that runs through my veins. 

They say my ancestors wronged Ruvengo,

The friend's untouchable one, 

And they were smitten with bad blood,

That has flown down to each descendant.

This bad blood is a plague,

That repels all the good we earn.

That attracts disdain from those that see us.

That drinks life from our bodies.

That screams in agony when we seek healing.

How do I rid myself from this curse?

How do I cleanse myself of this bad blood?

Whom do I brew the traditional beer for?

Whom do I appease?

Shall i continue to mourn the lives of my kin,

As they are taken as penance?

I refuse to die for the sins of another!

I cloak myself with the blood of another,

When the time comes.

I have cheated death.

But for how long shall the soil be deceived?

When will this bad blood betray me and quench the soil

GOOD LUCK TO ALL POETS ONCE AGAIN.