The Seduction

Sloped eye, withered vain
sally forth towards hell's full sail
lapping at ghosts with silver tongue
deafening is the mind
dark toward bell has wrung
Martyred steps with such ease
devouring idealistic justice of spiritual disease
Never a lamp to shine nor light to show
a path
The dark heart reaps only wrath
" Oh gentle hell this way "
the creature sings
" Upon your grief, I give thee wings! "
Promises laid forked tongue does laugh
a pier of grief of it's own behalf
The monster lies to it's own end
it be a foe, not friend!
You find docks of bones along the river Styx
there meet his servants; Tare, Lock and Blix
They are indulgent aborted children previously named; Sorrow Shame Regret
Children you carved in your womb, you fed
but growth you  did not let
God's Temple now so entombed
What fool is this not to see its doom
His children holding hands
dance in a ring
from rotten lips they chant and sing
" There be a way for you, a great crown of fire "
" in flame and flesh you will not cinder "
hissing in shivered whisper
" Now listen close to masters quest, built for thee should be so blessed "
" Rip your flesh until your nailbeds be filled like ticks
splintering and bone sore, run as crazy as if with fever
through city's streets
acting as masters cleaver! "
You endeavor on your masters plan
burning fancy Mortals ambitions for Gods Graces
tearing their faith from their horror stricken faces.
The task so done
you collect just what you've won
In fire and brimstone you are not devoured
Flames lick you to the bone upon each hour
your flesh grows back, does burn again
The crown atop your fool heart head eternal burning sin
so easily led.
These new found wings black and chard, furiously air the flames but can not lift
as you are anchored and adrift.