Fathers Of Fright Poem by Naveed Akram

Fathers of love enter the houses of fear,
They found a monastery for maniacs,
Unfolding before their eyes of gold,
Like golden letters in the golden sands.
One nature inside elevates and deposes,
This screaming fear forces me to fight.
Mine is the craft of the weird one,
My animals are against me with mines of fright.
A fought out war whines with worry shattering
Like mirrors of divinity that fumble for a new leg.
Fathers are mothers, and mothers are daughters
Looking at fierce fears with interests and joys.