Hell
October 27, 2024
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 shreds by brutal fangs
For ancient prophets warn us:
The fools who love one another,
speaking of mortal divinity
of hope that rises from the earth
only for it to fall just as quickly