A New Spell Poem by Naveed Akram

A New Spell



Force is a mile away,
Gore must have you a day.
Battle himself, the king,
From having a sing.
Forms of laughter are
Like much more caster sugar.
Find the lady and find her with him,
The man who lived among the hills.
He is storm-provider - master of wizardry
Which gave way to misery.

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Naveed Akram

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London, England
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