spires of hell series

 
the deserted one chimes six o'clock  
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
 
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
 
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
 
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom
grotesque in their presentation
she balks they smell her fear
taste it on the wind
she hears cackling  
her demeanor changes as they get nearer
 
she will fight
they find honor in this
she sees the shadows retreating
they shift shape in front of her
portraying a more welcoming visage
though still fearsome
she blinks back tears
 
Larzabel says they'll be none of that miss
he introduces himself  
he says this is hell
she looks up and sees the spires aflame
 
she is home...