THE FALL OF SIGIDI

He used to say he could move mountains,

Gigantic trees he would climb

And pull down.

He was a man whose stupidity spoke strength

He loved mightidom

And marched through fortresses

Like he was passing through pathways

He marched through villains

As if he was riding through freshwaters

He was Sigidi

Beauty stood before him

The tentacles of a prosperous maiden

Her smile excavated emotions

And her dance swirled desires

He would wonder where such beauty came from

Not from his enemies borders

Neither from his friend s bosom

She talked to his heart

And spoke to his fantasies

This body was new and fertile

Fresh and Pure

Truthful and Gladdening

It was something he may just have conquered

With ease and no frets

But he wasted too much time

I would see him mumble away

I would see him descend to reason

I would hear him ride away

Perhaps he wasn t a warrior anymore

The gods must have taken its blessings

Because his strength turned into a weakness

His courage turned into a fear

His abstinence into a persistence

On the night they came

They took his gates

He was ready to surrender

He showed no resistance

He was tired

Perhaps of fighting

Perhaps of trying

Perhaps of restraining

And he succumbed

Without a fight

Without a bite

He was taken away

And his city was burnt

I watched them take him away

His glamorous armors

And frightening persona

They took them all

And I never saw them again

Because we had been betrayed

From within

By the hero we thought would save us

Instead he fell and we all became captives

In the museums of the Grand Royal Courts