Hatred Poem by Javier Falcon

I continue to walk down this tunnel,
right toward two tall iron gates,
a place seeming so familiar to me.

With these gate greeting me to its quarters,
as I feel the heat caressing my skin,
and try to reflect the flames from my eyes.

As the shadows around me are obliterated,
leaving me in this great absolute light,
completely focused and concentrated.

Nothing seems to live down here,
as the dense air alone is horrid,
yet across this room, stands you.

As if mocking me, even down here,
in my place of isolation, you stand,
bring turmoil to my thoughts-

Knowing what has to be done,
as these flames encircle me,
leaving me shielded from you.

Letting me prepare while you wait,
leaving you unknowing of my plan,
as my revenge will soon strike.

Leaving this fire to take care of you,
as I leave this place, closing the gates,
reentering the real world again.

As in that place your body will burn,
down in the depths of that inferno,
overwhelmed by the heat of my hatred.