City of Pain

This is a poem about loss.

In the City of Pain

 

there is a river of blood

 

where the damned go to feed

 

In the City of Pain

 

Is the Temple of Skulls

 

surrounded by mist at all times

 

In the City of Pain

 

the end of times will be signaled

 

by the eyes of the skull going ablaze

 

In the City of Pain

 

you can hear the screeches of the

 

winged cats with soulless eyes

 

If you end up in the City of Pain

 

do not be surprised

 

This city is ruled by the insane