Slow Death Poem by Naveed Akram

To go slowly to the fountain you must crawl
On all fours, for the region is aghast with noise.
A talking man ascends and decides to ascertain
Your movement, forgiving you for your sins in the past.
His priesthood is forgiven by you, you are in authority,
Your mind crawls upwards and unleashes a leaf of a book.
The spell has been cast to damage him, an ascending man,
Who shall descend into the pits of his creation.