walking towards the distance a ghost hangs in the sky orange and bright like fire lights from a firefly shadows above dark clouds desert whisks within the shade hiding every footstep here the softness which death gave a hell is where she's going a hell is where she'll be reaching the steps of heavens doors she'll fall to beasts instead
The way of this world. Most of us are going to hell anyway. I like this poem. Powerful statements leading to a very good ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote