Hold Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Hold the cold arm with letters
Written on the hanging blood,
I sang this line once in my time,
Opening doors to the day of rest,
A day this time for all eternity,
Fire must expire as the rest is long.

Sleep entertains us all with slumber itself,
Slumber rewards those with fighting needs,
Sleep with death now the death has arrived,
Strong and long are centuries of many men.

Hold the danger in death,
Causing us to enter the fraternity
Of souls.