Visions Of A Sinner
Hell opened its fiery gates and I stood before Death.
Familiar voices beckoned, commanding me to enter but I dared not, for I knew it was eternal.
I sought a way to leave, to return to what was before but all those roads were gone, no passage remained.
I wept and was afraid yet moved towards the clutches of doom knowingly but not of my own will.
I was drawn in, powerless to resist.
I called for help but comfort was not at hand.
And why should it be?
I was alone to meet my fate.
Destiny had arrived.