In The Manor Poem by Naveed Akram

In the manor of such thieves,
My loner stays awake and steals
From unfortunate men who suffer
And pray for more each day.
This manager of the affairs of sin
Resides in a palace to exert
Power after the spell of disaster.

Then wicks of candles are extinguished
To let the light away,
Feeding frenzy and nightmare,
For nobody can see the old memory.
The sinners can not bear this,
The owners are afraid of this,
So why are you sad in this world of life
And enchantment?
This world created you after the manor
Was destroyed,
And the fire was put out.