I just realized I haven't written a poem in quite some time! And I had originally promised to satisfy your poem-tooth and gosh darnnit, I should keep my word. This is really rough but enjoy! (I'm making up fake characters. Desaray is a demon in a form of Hell. Beelzebub is the devil. In this poem, the person is sort of falling and jumping. While doing this, she sees glimpses of Hell but then makes it to Heavan.)
Silence engulfs me,
Tears brim.
And I start to wonder what could've been.
What did I do?
What did I say?
What have I caused, only my dismay.
Desaray.
Who is she?
She is hiding with a key.
A black key, at that.
Locked under a hat,
Waiting to bring you down.
Beelzebub smiles.
Shudders run down.
But too little too late,
I'm gone with a pound.
A mere simple pound of the beat of my heart,
As cold as stone,
No life on the chart.
But as I become gone, I enter to a haven.
Guided by friends and the little black raven.
All is okay, I know to be true.
For whenever I look up, the skies are blue.
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Whadda you think, doc? C'mon I know I'm not the only opinionated one out there;). In any case, thanks so much for reading. And don't be scared too click the lovely little 'Follow' Button!