Rights And Rules Poem by Naveed Akram

The friend is the dwarf, nowhere is the man with stripes,
For his superior officer died with his rights and rules,
Acts came to use the official guise, with elves to prepare
The food.
One fiend is blessed with enchanted weaponry,
Blood overruns and steps back with disgust,
Bolstering the brain with visions of danger,
A lusty form of unforgivable speech is uttered.
My eye raises itself and abhors the mirror
That talks to the enemy of the dream it conveys.
This real dream marries to the other side,
Now heaven and hell create themselves
With pride and folly, yet it is artificial.
And so the friend is the dwarf, nowhere is the man
With stripes.