Masks Of Hell Poem by Justin Reamer

In the fiery pit of darkness,
Lies a being
More horrifying than
One has ever seen.

He has great horns atop his head
And skin as red as scarlet,
And by his knees
Lay ten thousand harlots.

His skin is very rough
With scales upon his body,
He cares not for what you seek,
For you do not dare give a peak.

His head is a dragon,
A dragon that breathes fire,
Penta-heads, in fact,
That it shall be dire.

He stands tall on two feet
Made of claws that
Scratched every meat,
He has two arms
That reach out
Into the fiery pits of hell.

He has broad wings
That support his weight
AS you would be gleaming,
With one swoop,
He'll take you out,
If you are not careful.

If you have a good soul,
You need not fear this being,
He will not caress you
As he says
For you shall be rewarded.

You know right from wrong,
And you do good,
Unlike this eminent being.
He hath no care for what you say
Or what you are demeaning.

Stay away from sin,
And the mask of hell
Shall not take possession;
He shall only be to you
An obscene obsession.

Don't believe obscenities,
Follow your conscience,
Know right from wrong,
And you shall never see him for eternity,
And we know what's coming.

Believe your heart,
That is a start,
And you'll go flying off the charts.