to hell and back

Prelude:

A crimson angel
Adorned in wings of black
Had little more than intention
Strapped to her back
As she strode to the sidewalk
And summoned her demon cabbie

See, it was here her journey began
On the streets of a hellish place,
Where she came to know herself
And the others without name or face,
Here it shall end all too soon yet
She may very well be the bravest of all

You will know her only once
Lady of death, collector of souls
Sadly only her cabbie knows
For whom her final bell tolls
She smiles at you & you think you know?
But sinner or saint…you have no idea

…

Now curled in shock
Death’s last quake
Caught in motion
Feel the wetness
Seep from within
It is surprisingly warm
And you feel
Sick…
Perverse even
Wondering why it is over
But happy still

No one
Can know now
How you smirk
In face of your demon cabbie
But he knows
You are thrilled with fate
And fate is delighted with you
Who chooses heaven or hell?
Who cares…
But this I know

Feast tonight
For in hell we dine
And tomorrows trumpets
Will sound a bright hymn of
New World order
or so they say
For the demon’s dreams
Lay not buried