Valley of choices

Flashes of brilliant lightning,
Glimpses of adoring beauty,
Lightning, so bright and shinning
Beauty, tender and comely
To apprise the mind that is ready
And adorn the soul that is willing.

Portion of gloomy shades,
iota of impurity,
Gloom no light can penetrate
Impurity so filthy,
To Clouter the mind that is lade
And enslave the soul that is jittery.

You stand in the valley of hills
To perform this choice of freewill
If because of it, your dreams are killed,
Only on you the shame be filled.

By Okim otu