Love bows down to those who wage

Hidden wars not seen or heard

To those who hover upon Earth

As long-lost souls

Who've found their peace.

Hate shivers in green jealousy

When they decide to pass it by

For wounded soldiers rarely feel

Of throbbing hearts and broken skin

The sky withers from ash to blue

Once warm now turned to iron wear

When hearts slither off brazen sleeves

And harden into welded dreams

Of younger boys in hallowed lights

And Dorothy in Wonderland.

Then is when clocks stop to talk.

To tell you of their ancient lives

Once lived

Then pinned to plastered walls

A soldier's friend who dares not kill.

Magic spun from lullabies

Of feathered guns and holy lies.

Here wizards rarely walk the grounds

Their feet, too soft for reddened hounds.

Syeda Erum Noor is dangerously oblivious and has no sense of time. Send help at erum.noor1998@gmail.com