The Devil's Windchimes

THE DEVIL'S WIND-CHIMES Beneath the dark abyss, in the realm beyond Hell's blackened gates, a haunting music is played, It is a sounding's evil of supernatural rhythm, with an Eerie quality of the ethereal, unleashed unto the underworld, A tormentor's punishment, to plague the souls of the damned. But the dark lord, it so calms his malevolence vengeance, Soothing the savage anger, of the beast within. Let the devil's wind chimes play on eternally, If it so pleases the grand dark master, of this unique Orchestra. Twinkling gems, dried pieces of organ flesh, covered In ember light, dried in the everlasting fire's within, Hardened and smoothed, to expose the elongated faces, Of the deceased, entombed within. Thin chains connecting forged links, by sinful acts of the living. Suspended and hung, are fittings fastened ever tightly, From the devil's throne room ceiling. These single slender slices of the undead, remain As Satan's personal trophies, glittering in the bowels Of Hell's fire, and sparkle in the twilight hour of midnight. Clinking, clanking, between the forsaken screaming, and weeping, As the witches icy winds blow, against the tormented souls trapped Within the devil's wind-chimes. No mercy's redemption can save them, or salvation's name given In vain, for they so belong to the lord of darkness for all eternity. Oh do the howling children of the night accompany these Voices, that echo from down below, so sweetly do these Hell hounds, add another lovely texture, to this melodic Blood chilling song. Behold the black hooded maestro, whom waves his baton of power, Leading this misbegotten orchestra, it is the Grim Reaper himself, Thus to please and appease, his highness and master. From down below, what price is to be paid in mortal soul? Remember this my friend if someone offers you a token's Promise, that you feel you can't refuse, the sound you've heard Tonight, for it may be the devil in disguise, wishing to add one More chime to this his evilest of collections. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN