The Seraphs Poem by Aram Stefanian

At the first gateway to inferno I was so balled up I couldn't speak
When a young demon confessed that he wanted us to flee from hell
He planned to rescue a fallen angel imprisoned in a dark tower at the peak
He was sure I wouldn't freak to help him get the key to the jail cell
But first I had to go through the gates of death where my heart would be weighed on scales
My fate depended on Libra, and if I failed, the starving demons would devour my heart
I thought I would die when the ugly fiends tore my chest apart with their sharp nails
And I fainted before I realized what was going on, still hoping for a promising start
As the heavy fog around the tower cleared, three bizarre creatures appeared in the sky
Some dwellers of the seventh earth took them for angels and a divine blessing
The others took them for fiery flying serpents, and gave an anguished cry
''We don't know what the hell they are, so we'd better shoot them, '' the majority was guessing