Ajanaku

A man, with a mix of blood. A spirit and a man intertwine,

Ajanaku stood, a live shrine.

He was favored by the gods, his life took its shape,

Under the moon's soft glow, a future none could escape.

Everything in their first state,

Noise has polluted the palace gate.

Naked, Ajanaku in his first state,

"Let's bear our name in our best fate."

Gifted with powers, from the sky, forests, and rivers,

A favored son, in the gods' eyes, he did gleam.

Yet, the gift turned curse, as pride corroded his heart,

From the virtuous path, he chose to depart.

Tout of a son, "the king tear in tears,

Waste in my name, the king fear in fears.

Let my heart bear the weight, the king speaks in fame,

Let my enemy rejoice," the king proud in shame.

Taking what the widow worked for, respect and honor lost,

A lying spirit came his soul's heavy cost.

A ruler meant for greatness, now a tyrant feared,

His legacy, a caution, in whispered tales veered.

The river goddess has something to say yet but none

The forest spirit dances in disguise, Ajanaku is gone

The sky priest looked down for judgment

His soul waited for rest, Ajanaku is done

Rest in the square, the night child is resting,

The cloud bears no anger as if nothing is lost.

The throne seeks no heir, for he's no fitting,

A crown of thorns, his hubris' unforgiving cost.

Could you wake up, wake up, it's morning?

But He's on his resting night

Please wake up, wake up, his mother's womb is mourning

A fainting lion before the congregation sight

This is the best end, silence greeted his fall,

A relief whispered among villagers, one and all.

Yet, this tale's echo, a lesson it imparts,

Pride and power dance, a warning to all hearts.