Goddess of Hell

Pin-pricked and pierced,

Pushed through the Veil.

Delirious,

Goddess of Hell.

Billowing Storm,

Unnameable.

She, without form,

Untamable.

Our sneering Judge,

Found us lacking.

Our Candle snuffed…

Godless Black Thing.

Void. Emptiness.

Her own Black Reach.

A lonely Rest,

Yet, she’s at Peace.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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