Mistress of Hell

within the fires of hell,
souls screamed bitter blood,
the air a shade of darkness,
would pause and listen
for a breath that whispered
faith and parise of lord,
or dared to think of peace
in moments between punishments;

that one soul is her prize
to be broken again and again
with whatever means she like,
however long it takes,
there is just no escape
from her bottomless pit of desire,
where neither mortals survive,
nor gods dare to pass by.

that’s the kind of soul
lord sends to set her free
from the evil that shadows her,
to feed passionate fires
into her icy cold heart,
breaking past her words,
like hugs of a small child,
to make a seat in heaven,
she walked out aeons ago.

13 thoughts on “Mistress of Hell

  1. truly wonderful pouring of emotion into this piece sister.

    “there is just no escape
    from her bottomless pit of desire,
    where neither mortals survive,
    nor gods dare to pass by.”

    this series gives me chills! Love it! Send love and peace to you dear one ~ Rose

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