Into The Abyss

Here, below a dark and vaulted sky, tortured star-shine cries

and trickles clotted blood down, twisted, jet-stone pillars,

gleaming in the dagger-dark.

Spiked and hanging, draped on staves, pale corpses

are food for vixen-blooded pit-hounds pacing,

and howling,  among ancient fallen wards.

And the dark-light, how it glitters against furled fire, trailing,

in episodic bursts of flame, shooting through shadows,

pegged against the sooty, heated,  gates of Hell.