By Ahmed Latif
A raven dances, ecstatic with pain.
History marred by an indelible stain.
Droplets of unread ink guarded by a lethargic dust.
The darkness dreads the dawn of distrust.
Effervescent dreams float to the brink.
A hazy harvest of a wicked crop once thought extinct.
Time forgotten; memories eclipsed by the falling sands.
Homeless heart, native to vivacious ruins of archaic lands.
A vulnerable and bite-size legend
Whom venerable night skies beckoned.
Grand song with a luminous and meandering call.
A whimsical warning written wearily on the wall.
There stands the ephemeral visage of opulence;
An echelon with artifacts of suffering at its provenance.
A serene colony bound by an azure sphere, shattered by a purging flame;
The Angel says to the beast, ‘who will be sacrificed, who is to blame?’