Angel In Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity in the brimstone fumes of Hell that consumes all but memory plastered against the walls of his cell. My mind can't comprehend... Perhaps he did wrong or mercy he did not lend, but here resides the angel of song. His wings are torn, tattered like his serenity when he fell into heat's scorn. Once he was beauty's epiphany. The shofar's sound dwindled to let screams take stage. The music he once kindled turned against him in bloody rage. Yet he will rise once more. The fallen creature in his cell and will play a new music's score telling of the angel in Hell.