Short Religiondark Poems

Bribed By Hell

I click the dark gates again,
As if the dark winds have spun black threads around their fingers,
Their magic drives me towards the emptiness,
I know my soul inside craves for light,
My lips have been closed with locks of horror,
The keys have been thrown deep inside my throat,
Neither can I cry for help, neither can I swallow the keys,
What misery will befall on such a desolate man. When hell bribed him, 
For the place in heaven.