The Words Of Warning Poem by Naveed Akram

If you order me I will order you, and worse will appear
Like a stranger in the mist and horizon, offering some form.
If you invite the living to the dead I require a doctor,
For I need to cure my illness, my wound of bloodiness.
The statements are fetched by someone who knows,
Kissing the worlds of words from the farthest reaches known.

Stopping by the woods of words, we confront a majestic being,
A stranger whose eyes are incomplete, for it only has one
And one only, like the hills of grass, and the mountain of hope.
My nightmare has come alive, for the words that truly bind me
Are disrupted by the forces of darkness, lying in the shadows,
Like a warner of hate and love, like a wonderful being of the night.