Gates of Pyre

This is a short poem by me and I hope you like my work. Thank you for reading.

Gates of Pyre

The willows weep and the birches do wither

The sleepless cries from those who’re buried under

Shrieks and howls we hear

From the creatures we all fear

Talons of scarlet and jaws of liquid crimson

Proves the life of the souls imprisoned-

By ways none can speak and sing

In the doors of inferno are his leathery wings

2013