Hell's Own Gain

A dismal poem for a contest

On a dark dark night in a dark dark place
Where nothing's calm but all is quiet
The last survivors of the human race
band one last time for one last riot

Pervading evil stills the minds
of lifeless walkers, young and old
Throws sacred mem'ries of sacred times
out far into the blazing cold

For this, the land of Life Forgot
Our final stand 'fore Hell's await
The final place where life be sought
Gives only semblance of hunger's sate

This is no brave fight for survival
No courage will this lost land sustain
We only walk this last long mile
to pay our tribute for Hell's own gain