The Devil’s Prisoner

Crimson memories of the monochrome burial ground.
Blind and frail, like shameful beggars
Enclosed in heavy chains; weighed down by remorse,
Pleading for freedom from this melancholy nightmare

Each one of us like a puppet on strings;
Every step controlled by murderous sin.
Edging down to Hell on command.
Waiting as the flickering candle extinguishes.

Abandoned bodies; like sickening scarlet devils;
Like a torrent of fire ebbing from a faded Hell.
Pleading and praying to God for refuge,
Lying distraught, in an endless punishment.
A lifetime of solitude; locked away in confined chamber, the icy walls echoing grief.

No escape. Forever prisoners of war.