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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1859805
Hi Been away for a while This is the second part of THE BOY hope you enjoy!!!
The Man.....



I followed the boy onward, who had now become the man.

Seeing what I had seen, I almost turned and ran.

But if Hell is where we're going, then it's hell where we must go.

We headed of in earnest, we headed of quite slow.



I followed myself onwards, onwards into Hell.

He did not say a single word, he was nervous I could tell.

Darkness grew around us, blanketing out the light

My heart grew very heavy, weighed down with so much fright.

forever through this darkness together we must go,

I could just make out the silhouette of a man I did not know.



There are voices all around us now, in our journey into Hell

Voices of the undead with  stories they must tell.

Peering to the distance in the cold dead still of night

was creatures by their thousands, just almost out of sight.



A hundred thousand undead all walking to a beat

an army of pure evil, heading towards the eternal heat.

The screams were getting louder now and the heat was quite intense.

Is this journey nearly over, would it soon make far more sense.



Why was I to witness, this turning of events

was this all to be the Devils work or was this all Gods intent.



As we walked towards the fire drenched light, I saw the boy, the Man. Me?

He had aged about a hundred years bent over and could not  see.

Before us now the gates of Hell Six hundred and sixty six feet high, reaching all the way up to the fire burnt darkened sky.



We stood there for a hundred years while the Army all walked through.

Back into the darkness is where;  I then withdrew

But every single creature as they went walking by, stopped for but a second to look me in the eye

I saw into their darkened hearts, the pain, deceit and lies

I felt their victims screams, their pain, their tears, their cries.



When it all was over I fell down to my knees, screaming for the images to "STOP OH GOD STOP PLEASE".



The old man took me by the hand and helped me to my feet, he said "Come on it's time to go, as old Satan I must meet".

"We must continue onwards as this journey not over yet".

"Us both lasting out this night would not be a safe bet".



Then he walked into the distance through the gates of Hell so slow

I did not want to follow but I knew...that I must go!!!





To be concluded!!!

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