Dressed in a perpetual state of dawn
in winter never ending
decaying souls, stained by grey
awat the eternal judgement
a universal junction, a vast array condemned
countless silohettes & sinners, changelings and choosers alike
all wreathed in guilt and shame
a scape of drab, slums for the weak
swiftness through the corridors does not allow escape
but a never ending maze of loss and despair
if one does not chose a life of Purgatory
the black, blank eyes can only wait for a fate not chosen
a vast case of stair reaching toward the sky
houses these empty vessels to fill with hope or horror
Long shadows surveyed by Belial
forsees his kindred with gape & awe
for a quota of many shall be unblessed
for his realm of earth & eerie.