Hells Gate

Here I am, In the dead mans cells

Waiting for my turn to die.

Morning wakes the rotting corpses next to me,

And the sun shines from above.

Winter winds bring chilled air rushing through the cracks

The water and Urine from the night freezes over slowly

As I watch and wait.

 

Bells chime a slow tune,

To wake the town for death.

I peek through the cracks for a look at the spectators,

So man shall watch me die.

 

Shackles clink as I am walking out the prison gates.

So little time locked away in its bosom.

 

Chilled bodies spill less blood.

 

I look to the sun, one last glimpse,

The crowd is so very pleased this morn.

Darkness surrounds me as they tie the bag to my head.

 

Boots pound the stone ground

As I lay my head down and whisper and giggle.

 

As I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I wake…

 

I laugh to my self, I am no follower in God.

 

The final seconds,

A quick rush of wind as the axe is raised.

 

1 second…

 

And it falls to me.

 

New gates await me now,

Rimmed with black steel, and padlocks.

Pigmy’s dance across my path and welcome me to my new home.

 

Ashen fog surrounds the gates.

I walk the bone path as black clouds gather in the red sky.

 

Blood rivers flow with the blood of the innocent.

Devil bats fly and demons rule the upper ways.

 

As I reach the gates,

I speak my name. They open…

 

To Hell’s gate, I am Home.