Malik – Hell’s Keeper

At the Dinner
She ordered a burger
And I was there watching
I was certainly famishing
In her eyes there was passion, she was eager
And I am the wizard of wonder, the storyteller
I just prepared my tool
And she waited, like a girl in school
As my tool started to function
I grappled her full attention
My tools are so simple and grandeur
My tool is the key to the journey’s door
Words are my tool, I form with passion
To make out of my journal, an addiction
I started with what I ventured, But …
My mind was in doubt to keep my mouth shut
My lips said the words she extolled
My mind said what should be told
“Never love a poet, my words are lies
They may take you on to journey of different highs
You will see a charming virtuoso with a ponytail
A passion to be part of his glamorous tale
Homers told us about Helen, and Greece was the Vector
We were all in love with Achilles, but we forgot Hector
Priam and Paris who really saw the end of troy
But still a classic romance of love and war for a boy
My dear, I am not the world conquer
I’m a man who practices in front of the mirror
I am not Napoleon, but you are Josphine
I am De Sade, and you are not Justine
Do you think I would pass the Inferno?
No, my dear Francesca, I am not Paolo
The stories you hear about Majnon is not real
But as a storyteller, my Layla, I would make it surreal
All stories end with atrocities
But as a storyteller, I give that horror … curiosities
I am like Salim, my father is the emperor of dreams
Feeble, when the whole world heard Anarkali’s screams
I am ugly from the inside and beautiful from the outside, I do
Just think, of a creature, the opposite to Quasimodo”
As I finished my tale and her eyes twinkle with admiration
And my rhyme for my story ends with pure narration
Feeling like Malik … Opening the gate
Writing to pure cherubim a malicious fate
Now my heart wanders if I am Charon!
Or can she pass Styx on her own?!
Oh! Have I taken thee afar?
With melodies from my guitar?
I play drums, Remember?
It will make you walk on ember
Haven’t you read my “Lucifer”?
It’s a pain and joy together
And as all this, she doesn’t comprehend
But my lips asked her to tell me of her story till the end

-by Mohamed Amer