Magical Song Poem by Naveed Akram

The magic of a song unearths a singer,
This dwarf of beauty envies nothing;
The entrenched soul is like a dragon
Of smoke and fiery breathing in songs.
The elves die, the elves are big in their black
Crafts that permeate the known magical world.
The magic of a song antagonises my song,
Eyes of silver see secrets so human.
I meant to be something known,
I wished the days of my life were far,
And so songs inhabit the evil life.
To flee is to barter with the satanic devils,
Fate has much wealth.