Purgatory - Poem by Mandi June
Strange and reckless midnight beckons forth the wicked souls
To humbly find within themselves the peace of which they're told.
Then wand'ring through the wretched woods, a path to ease their pain,
By glowing moon fulfills their void, and shows the way again.
Into the heavy mist of dark, brisk walks express desire,
Until, at length, the trees expand revealing magic's fire.
The smoke and clouds dissolve into the eerie blackened sky,
Shrouding any holy light from heav'nly stars on high.
Gather, then, in unison these lost and withered saints
Who long for spiteful powers to release them from restraint.
Paying homage to the strength of universal power,
Which, in its wrath, increases might with every passing hour.
Then suddenly, the rising pressure from the pulling black
Breaks free, the desperate spirits wail as bones begin to crack.
Absorbing, then, their painful thoughts; this solace they have found!
Mangled spirits, then, are dragged to Hell through earthly ground.
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