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Okay, this one is called Rivers Of Fire. It was written as a sonnett, then epanded. Some of it may be good and some, not so good. I will more than likely trim it down to streamline it a bit. I think that at the momment it's longer than stairway to heaven.
Rivers Of Fire:
I set out to cross the rivers of fire,
Just another soul for the powers that be.
Bridges of sin call with wanton desire,
And all the while salvation laughs at me.
I feel the burning heat upon my face,
As shifting orange flames leap for my head.
Once more I turn to the dark's cold embrace.
When will I take my place among the dead?
The fire doth bend me; the fire doth shape me,
In the long struggle to eternity.
I feel it's much too late to turn back now,
I've jumped through too many high hoops to fail.
To the greater powers I will not bow,
I will carry on down my fiery trail.
One day I will rise, one day I will fall,
Through pain and suffering, my soul stands tall.
Blood runs down over the ashen black hills.
The sacrifice of old, it haunts me still.
I see the man paying for all his kills,
Whipped by demons, he feeds the fires their fill.
Why do I walk now deeper and deeper,
In distant pursuit of my soul's keeper?
From atop a mountain of skulls and flame,
Judgment looks down upon me glaring hard.
His iron gaze brings out my guilt soaked shame,
This pressure is too great for me by far.
The kiss of death hovers above my lips,
Trying to lure me in with false passion.
From its blackened lips, deadly poisons drip,
Burning my soul in unholy fashion.
What is human blood? The luster of life?
Or holy fluid spilled in needless strife?
Blood is the fire that beats within us all,
Making us trust, desire, envy, and fall.
That's it.
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