HELL IS CALLING

I pass into the embers turning,
Orbs that burrow seek out burning.

Recede I try but the probing is running,
Mobile dally with chilling cunning.

If this was hell was I a sinner?
All nigh smelt vial of sulfur.

Or was this my destiny back to my outstart?
Did I belong here and I had to depart?

Devoid my thoughts my Lord is the Beast,
Pious to you I watch you feast.

All around walls rubious weal,
Yearning buds alive with feel.

Bouncing fire, malicious laughed in my face,
Sanctums Vixen I bow to your Grace.