That which was the drink of the Gods had fallen with the angels into a fiery pit.
Never again to be drunken but to come back from hellfire to tell of the devil’s hells!
O the haunt of these were the souls of purgatory….
that rot to the teeth from flesh to bone.
O the wicked roam and flesh be tainted.
The wheel of time turns as the clock chimes in the midnight hour.
O how those souls reap from your eyes,
The very liquor that once filled irises with light with a vengeance.
And the ghosts to come out o’er the earth!
Tormented weeping from their flesh as white as death!
And their rotten sweetness as they ensnare the senses.
As death grabs you by your shoulder!
And see! Look not behind you for grotesque the souls that haunt you linger in your abode.
O the gouges!
The mourning of the territory of souls that are damned;
They moan for you!
The ebb and flow as the gouging of their eyes, if you dare to stare into their souls!
I confess I have seen the condemnation!
For they are amongst me in the spirit of the devil’s care!
Begone! And wither within the lighting!
Without! Into thee air!