Well-written, Crissy, and quite sobering to say the least.

Five verses with an interesting arrangement. Three quatrains separated by two tercets. The rhyme schemes of the quatrains are a-b-c-b, once, and then a-b-a-b, twice. Both tercets are a-b-a. The rhythms seem to be mostly iambic meter with the feet per line often three or four, but a couple of times six or seven.

I know that Hell is a recurring theme/subject during the month of October, and you've certainly painted it for all it's worth. I must confess, that as a believer in Jesus, the Christ, the subject of Hell makes my blood run cold, due to the eternal reality and finality of what so many will experience.

As I recall, you name the Name of Jesus as your Savior and Lord. That comforts me to no end.

The line, that chills me the most is the second to the last one, "Your heart was not found as true." Considering how close this thought is to Matthew 7:21-23, KJV, I pray neither of us will be found in those words. That would be a terrifying post script to your poem.

Obviously, your writing is excellent. WRITE ON!