The Plunge Poem by asef fakih

Without much ado,
I plunged into the
memories I left behind.

The influential secrets of time
helped me on the way.

Therefore I stated my confidential
lines of fire.

The ashened reality related
it self to the
further expanding despair.

I stated and went on,
searching for signs.

The signs which indicated
fall of Satan,
from the age of enlighten times.

So, I give up
no more plunging.

The multiplied souls of Satan
rules the time

The shabby, unearthly darkness
slides to its black hole.