Goodnight Onyedika Ozoemena
Candle, flickered off by the howl of evil
Just before you lit a wildfire at harvest
Journey home lad, find rest
Tickle the sides of heaven on your way
Be sure to laugh, in scorn of devils
For, you now rub shoulders with angels
Journey home lad, find rest
Cause the realms to fart in angst
Harbinger sent on an errand
Finger them from your vantage point
Then journey home lad, to find rest
