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.
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