Enchantment Poem by Terrance Mawanga

Never will I,
plunge into that pool,
filled with devilish screams of agony,
and of overflowing emotions as times forge on,
while rain releases a sacred roaring laughter,
darkness pounces mercilessly
odour of human blood colonising the atmosphere,
desires ravaging freely with no control,
gluttony possessing many like a demon,
heinous sorcerers sitting on the thigh of humanity,
and drinking from the cistern of overflowing corruption,
now as i see it all too clearly,
i hope never to join in the rush to the summit,
but instead storm into my own haven,
grab a pen and paper,
and dwell enchanted,
by a deeper inexplicable,
serenity.