Crashing Souls

As the thunder rolled over the black boundless sea,
lightning strikes against my soon to be heartless soul.

The waves violently crash upon the castle,
whispering "My sweet, come with me."

Gargoyles perch upon marble stone,
guarding the gate of eternal torment.

You finally pull up in your crashed ferarri,
noticing the shattered windshield that I flew through.

Still as sweet as tea,
you blow the ashes off the charred, wilted peonies.

Our first date will surely be our last,
wine and temptation of lust took over the wheel.

We are ghosts who are about to enter the pits of Hell,
the gargoyles snicker as they creaked open the large metal gates.

We peer into each others eyes, afraid of the unknown,
we slowly start to creep inside.

As soon as we enter,
pain shoots through our bodies.

We hold hands as long as we can,
until we are ripped apart like a seam.

Our personal fears appear before our eyes,
eight legged freaks, slithering snakes, and our car crash.

We have to relive our accident daily,
fire flashes through my veins and glass is embedded in my face.

Together we endure this pain,
no longer ghosts, but demonic creatures.

We will rise again, Hell has changed us,
we will crash into your souls, God can't save you.

*written for a club challenge.

Copyright 2012: Hannah K.