Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
Gates of Hell
Knock knock on the heavy door,
Alone I stand there,
in front of Pandemonium’s doors.
Lucifer are you in there?
Laughter appears.
I know he’s dancing amidst the flames of the dead peers.
Like Eve I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit,
got locked out of heaven, lost paradise like a fool.
My love, my life, Adam he cries,
Because he knows what awaits me tonight.
I’m not ready yet, to become one of you maids,
but inside I know that I must face his grace.
17.09.2020
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