Hell

We had nowhere else to go but to this place called hell. A lifeless nowhere a door without a bell. Into the cold dark recess, flesh hung from walls bones flung all awry. Eyes in jars with large pig’s feet were laid out six foot deep I shuddered as I spied A bundle of rags with a horned head stared, a spasmodic twitch to its face threw a magnanimous look a black ribbon across his neck. A fat crow scored a deep cut across his skin where maggots suckled blood as raw as worms plumed his feathered cloak Laughter gurgled like an old cough an eerie whine poured forth, from the toothless gap that talked a load of squit; it beckoned us through coloured shadows from giant hairy spiders, their webs they spun. A scream escaped, I tried to run but tangled into knots. Slithered over slimy sloth Into a hornet’s nest I jumped and woke in a terrible sweat. A dream it was I’m sure Relief swept over my whole being, Until... I looked and saw a scaly head Smile at me from the floor.