The Only Way To Sorcery Poem by Naveed Akram

The only way to deal in love is to deliver the soul,
An existent being engines the soul forevermore.
This soul is my light and horse that rides the ghouls
Of the night, the lusts of the demons, and the light
Of the rampagers who lurk in the darkness of magic.

The only way to love is to be a sorcerer of a man,
Invent all ways clear to man, and abstain from religion
After the days have passed, after the lies have sighed,
Where is my joy and dream now that the life has ended?

Death is a solution to the diligent academics who live
In the brains of the strong, of the workers and rioters
That stalk the night without their batons and clubs;
The mace is alert, the sword is unwound like a wound
From hellish places, fixed where the hounds bark.