Elemoso - My Old Poem

Elemoso

The arrival of the macabre
here comes Elemeso

Now that the gods were cursed
sweeping through the whispers of the winds
I am the last of the Orisas
Never known, never found.

The forlorn cries trail my shadows
The echoes of the lost spirits
Not mine, never mine
but the count of my conquests.

I am Elemeso
Orisas verloren hoop
I was told
I killed the gods