Bismillah, alhamdulillah

Desire directs that wondrous eye
To every bright sight low or high
Ploughing through a heart in toil
Soul rent and ripped apart in turmoil

Screaming voices shout
Straining as their ropes pull taut
Footsteps falter
Minds mulling upon an altar

Columns close to collapse shudder
As hands strain at the rudder
Ego and hero embrace in enthrall
Continuous in motion till the final fall