Strayed In Dark Poem by Hanan Muzafar

It's cold freeze,
victory to seize;
The animal inside,
a promise of paradise.

Wait for the miracle,
round and round in circle;
When it makes you tremble,
play your gamble.

Till it turns to ashes,
at the cost of bashes;
Crimson roses,
and venomous doses.

Can't settle for low,
prepared to take blow;
Keep on running,
as they're cunning.

Jump from the cliff;
No, you're not alone,
we're in a same shiff,
it's not yet blown.

Wounds grow flowers,
hear the whispers,
coming out of corners,
adopt the horrors.

When it becomes stray,
tear the prey;
pieces of pride,
so many times cried.

Wild through streets,
wait till it ends;
I'll be the one,
creating the fire.