Gates of Hell

To the last of my glory shall I take my bow Until I’m launched forever to this freezing ice vow Forced to wither in this frigid, burning lake To heed my soul before this everlasting wake What to do when I’m dying of time But call another to un-mistake my rhyme I’m reaching forth for the Sun of red ...

Create an image of a poetic scenery invoking strong emotions and a sense of mortality. One can envision a dramatic winter landscape, perhaps the scene overlooking a frozen lake. The environment is harsh, a jarring contrast of frigid and fiery, symbolizing the struggles and hardships. Against this adversity, ...