Hell

Winter weather approaches,

My screams mix with endless moon still,

In a cold, silver kylix

Spills into emerald valley, through blue lakewater

Echoes deep into the voids of hell

Three monstrous heads awaken

From noxious slumber among the world of flames.

To feast on the despair

Of the brokenhearted dreamers

Their tortured bodies burning alive

Blackened flesh and splintering bones

As they suffer tenfold into that deathless night,

Whimpering and weak,

Ripped to a slivered shre... Read more