When The Sun Goes Down

When the sun goes down

and the birds of the night

sing sonorous songs

that lures a baby to sleep

and tickles the hunter's ear

at his favorite palm wine

joint, you'd glow and let

the moon stare jealously.

Moping Mary Martha

would whistle to beckon

on Rhoda Rhombus that

returned from Rome to

join her behold the

beauty of a goddess for

she might go blind if she

see this alone.

She remembers her

people says that a man

that sees a python alone

and runs to tell the

community would be

called a liar and that he

had just seen a lizard.

Men marvel at your

beauty, kings kneel at

your sight, gods lose

their powers and bow.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

who's the prettiest of

them all? The one that

glows at night when the

sun goes down and when

the sun comes up, she

reminds the sun that

even in its brightest, it is

but a flicker of light

compared to her.

I hear her name's Ixora.