The Crowns Were Made Poem by Naveed Akram

The licking of the crown was the lion,
Its field of vision was like diamonds
Shining in the guy of the whole ride.
He wished for a sudden end to laughing,
The lion was a student of the praises,
His firm handhold was a foot of the health.
He wanted this beast of the brotherhood,
Towards the guys who rode a horse
That was a Pegasus, so driven by tastes
And hues of the highest silk.
The crowns were made, the crowns were
Praised. Inside the island of despair,
We prayed on the shelf of books,
Beckoning the sailors, beaming on them
So that no soldier would notice,
This way that the books were written.