The Creed Adopted Poem by Naveed Akram

It is the creed adopted by the lava on the walls,
His package of instruments displays a colour
So ideal and straightforward by ourselves.
My ink runs thin, my stains are a goodness,
From them lies a ruination of the utmost specialty.
I like to dine on the ink of the century,
Offers are taken, offers are made
For those with an accusation to prove
And devise in the entirety of ourselves.

My magic is born by the spirit
Once it becomes my sister and brother,
And they in turn discover sense
To be cruel and diligent in the extreme.