The Wings Of Hell Poem by Aksel Godtfred

Sun goes down in west, he is putting his hand on his chest.
His heart is beating faster and faster, He can feel that this will not last forever.
Here comes the night shadows are filling out the sky,
A long shadows appears in the night he spread out his wings they fill out the sky's
It hurts in his eyes to see these wings fill out the night.
He flees from the night runing to the light.
His arms are tight his legs feel light.
He see the light he runs for his life the shadows hold him tight.
They won't let him go they drag him back. He is fighting back but he's trapped
No way out of this pain, the light burn out, no fire left in his soul, no spirit to hold him up.
His caged is made of the fire of hell, and it burns him every time he ask for help.
now he can just stay there for the rest of his life with open wounds, bleeding out of blood crying of pain.
burn to ash his body is gone is gone in the wind's of hell breath.