Around, all around,
The angels gather...
My dread grows as the angry hand
Of Heaven falls against my naked soul...
It smites me, and darkly my
blood drips,
to the wicked earth that is my prison...
In horror I try to run
while death approaches.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon
Bleeding eyes...
This is my Hell!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004