Wondering if this poem is worth continuing.....
It's ok sorta bleaker then what I usually write.
The Devil's Den
A fool rushes in where angels fear to tread,
And if you try and follow then you're lucky if you're dead
The sky is made of brimstone and the ground is painted red,
There is placed the cavern where the devil makes his bed.
The home of all the angels who have lost their wings
Who went to seek the light that the darkness brings
And took to heart the darker side of things
Twisters of words and corrupters of kings.
~Clise
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