Hell's Messenger

Hell is a haven,
A good place to be,
With wings black as a raven's,
He flew down to me.

I reached out on a whim,
And he took my hand,
We flew together,
Through the sky and over the land.

I looked out at the ocean,
His wings creating a gentle breeze,
He who had set my world in motion,
This unholy angle looked pleased.

As we entered Hell's Gate,
I stared at my fate,
Everyone doing as they pleased,
Their evil intentions never deceased.

He set me down gently,
And I looked up at him,
This man who'd I'd flown with,
Completely on a whim.