The Dark Hour Of Glass Poem by Ahmed Aedan

Of the dark elf-like street,
hear the sounds of mystery,
Brewing in the sand of time,
the endless glass hour,
Chokes and heads up high.
Upon the morning slashes a sword,
Comes down an angel bearing a light,
‘Have you come to save? '
Question endlessly passes by,
and kills everything that lies.
The dark hour of the future,
shine down and blow the past,
For a great nation has passed by,
Ended life, and kindled chaos.