Hell's Gates

this is a work in progress (changing it a bit as we speak). little concept i had that now Jb and velvel both working on - well jb plans to at least. maybe some of you could also. imagine what a soul standing before hell experiences or sees - however you want to put it.

USE POETIC LICENSE!!!

well enjoy these two (others to follow iy'h):

HELL'S GATE

a lone figure stands before the gaping maw of utter darkness
held back by the lifeless gates that seperate here from there
locking within the helpless pleas of the lost
agony and despair drip with sweet intoxication,

from darkest pits issues forth screams of pain and utmost cruelty
flames lick above the twisting spires, cackling with laughter even as the
dead moan in agonizing terror, begging to be set free from the confines
of this terrible place.

with sick fascination the figure slowly lowers its cowl attempting to peer
into the depths of the shunned. this place where banshees croon love songs
eternal.

confusion reigns, stirring thougths of false pleasure.
desire for the promise of delights untold. clouded mind does untrue prophecy
hold.

great spouts of flame burst forth from the gates caressing fragile existence.
trembling with effort the figure shies away knowing doom is all
that can be had.

river of the darkest red rages, spilling over with terrible beauty.
drowning within the souls of those forever severed.

then power beyond reckoning is unleashed. as the great doors of hell
swing open with damning certainty.

CLEANSING

before the gaping maw of hell
a tarnished soul does bravely stand
trembling, prepared for harshest punishment
as the dark gates do swing open with earsplitting screech

deep within the blackest caverns the glow of flames can be seen
heat flares and screams surge forth from the deepest pits
tortured souls anguish gushes from the mists
pain, agony, exquisite death

gnarled claws do beckon to the one who waits before the gates
"come within my child", sweet crooning of demon hunger
mechanically stepping forward the soul does enter within satan's lair
barely flinching amist flames ever so terrible

heat and fire wash over the soul
cleansing flames lick its very existence as life's memory slowly ebbs
screaming the soul is immersed within the river
steam rises with angry hissing

hot mist clouds the sight of pure agony
blissful calm settles over this dark space
swirls are seen within the surface ,frothing chaos as water churns
spewing forth soul of blinding light, restored again awaiting life's tests