Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
Homecoming
I have no regrets for all of my sin
These fiery red gates invite me in
The devil he says it's going to be fun
But he won't be the only one
Beat me break me tear to the bone
For I shall inherit the dark prince's throne
Home at last with the angels that fell
Where I belong in the bowels of Hell