Death

Death

Right in the middle of the room,

He wore a ring; one of the four horsemen.

There was something different about him,

He was calm, too tall and too slim.

A bargain was on the table.

A soul for a soul was what the human demanded.

To the folly of the human,

Death was to be requested; not demanded.

Death rose from the table, high and above all.

Touched his ring, and everyone else came to a fall.

Walked out the room; dissatisfied,

Everyone else followed his stride.

Except one, who lay there, dead,

He had messed with the greatest of them all.

 

(AFTERLIFE SERIES PART IX)

 

 

 

Escaping Purgatory

Deep in the layers of hell was purgatory,

A world which housed evil of all times.

And a devil above all the ordinary,

That could only be woken up by a chime.

An abomination was all it was,

Darker than evil, mourning every breath.

Killing without a stop was its only cause,

One just had to appreciate its stealth.

But I was human; I found a way,

To get past its witty ways all through the night.

Tiptoed my way as sleep kept it at bay,

Chimes rose as my body trembled with fright.

I slipped into hell well within time,

Before I drowned in a list of crimes.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES PART VIII)