Through The Gates of Satan’s Tears

By: Felix L. Perry

Cry a river to the dungeons

of the lowest demon spawn

I have ridden many miles

to trod this land I’m standing on

My steed and I alter ego standing strong

In youth the Boulevard of Dreams

         false were the modesties defied

Almost crushed beneath the maelstrom

         by the blackened heart denied

My steed and I our souls defiled

Then through the Avenue of Regrets

         sub-conscious soul and heart repent

From darkness enter brilliant whit

 as age the angels  god-speed sent

My steed and I stand purely spent

Down from my steed of snowy white

To rest beneath the calm of night

As Satan angered leaves the sight

I have survived time’s passage fight.