The Terrible Fate Poem by Ahmad Abdullahi Dambam

I was ingress to the path of devils
With desert repleted by evils
My nub cluttered up with fears
I run helter skelter in tears

Yet to hit town, trekking as chameleon
The certainty to make the scene was suspicion
Hurry as tiger, but dragged by clay
A saviour i foresaw that cause to delay

He is the conqueror of evil and fright
The reservoir of miracles and bright
Salute the lion, predominantly beyond creature's critic Guards me as a king, terrible fate converted to aesthetic

Feeling comfortable than being with the throne
With cocksure for this friend who gives a crown
Hoping and optimistic to own a mysterious garden
But what to do with the garden stuff with burden.