Blue Privilege

Hell won't be so bad, if the clouds are made of papyrus and the devil has ink wells for eyes. If I could grab hold of his tail and snip. Forge it into golden quill called grand forgiveness- No, hell won't be so bad. Hell won't be so bad if I'm given bit of free time. To go for a row upon that blistered river Styx... To blacksmith a rhyme, make a U turn in time. To a crossroad with four signs that all point to...what if. Hell won't be so bad. If given permission to paint water-colored themes, of starlings, galaxies or dreams within a dream. It would be a privilege to wash that fiery lake, with a million hues of blue ecstasy. To scribe about God or the color green and daubs of sweetened peace.