Iku, your creation
Aches the globe,
For your heart is dried
As dark Cobwebs
Oh! Your sting puffs up my heart
As an adder!
I hear you in the dark
Crying like a wolf
For you chose her,
Not for love
Because,
She obeys nature
I hear you roaring at dark
Path to Asibiri
As she enters her
Opulent home of nature
And the coffin smiles
And says, ‘Thank You Owuso!’.