I think this would be a dark poem. Again, all thoughts/comments welcome. I see a vision in a dark place, Not the most vivid thought can describe its distaste. Hate, anger, fierce aggression are lacking descriptions Death, pain, unsightly torture makes this place of fire grow Screams of agony take a screaching blow Lashes of blood scar with every attack Within each march you know they are coming Each chariot guided by pale horses and firey cloth They are the chariots of fire... Every horrifying thought makes the nightmare stronger Deeper and deeper...things only get worse Charred bodies with the souls still alive Beings with their shelled skin severed in half This is the work of the bones who ride the chariot They ride through assuring you of your eternity, On though eternal night with every intent to pillage. All eyes are pried open in fear of every attack You know nothing of why you're here or how deserved It is the most intense evil your mind never imagined They are the chariots of fire... c. 2000
