He was a magician bestowed with the power of words.
He could kill people with his wits in a world of bleeding swords
He enlightened souls with his prose, poetry and story.
And embedd intricate character enduring mystery.
He was a man whom you could love, hate but, not ignore
When he wrote, the birds danced and moon lit the sea shore.
But, destiny played it's card
And his life stepped forward.
The magician of words met his muse
But, all his thoughts did was refuse.
His magical words refused to cast their spell.
And all he could do was sit and wail.
She came and took away his magic
'Cause his heart had already gone with her and that, my friend was very tragic.
She was the story of his life
But, for her, he was an unwritten paragraph torned with a knife.
© Sheerin Naz.
