Gates To Darkness Poem by Naveed Akram

The gate is walking, the gates are running
Forwards and backwards just to enlighten,
Just so that souls enter the dragons of eggs,
These eggs will be everlasting, so solid due to age.

The entrance to the underworld is fierce,
And it takes longer to see than enter,
Swift was the entry;
Darkness loomed beyond the archways.

In this slate of writing called what’s under
We steal an object of magic and swerve
To see a relic for the competition,
Monsters of old, grey ointments predict us.

I see this gate of difference, insanity lurks,
Ready to be contracted due to gold and silver,
Through the heart the spears of the undead pierce,
Protecting their very existence for the worlds.

To return we are heavier than them in graveness,
Opening gates of the ferocity so such like gravity;
These orders are imperial in design,
Those commandments come from a slate of death.