The fallen

The inhuman wails rang through my head
A majestic symphony of the dead
A lullaby molded by moans and screams
That shall forever haunt my dreams

My hand covers my ears just at this recall
And upon my knees I do fall
It’s the noise that rings solely in my ear
And reminds me of all which I fear

Lucky am I to touch a hand not covered in mold
A comforting, warm hand that I may hold
A blessing it is, to gaze on a man with eyes
Or even to listen to his sweet cries

For only blood do they weep in hell
Swollen gouged and red
Their eyes rest in their head
This is what I know, this is what I am to tell
Of the deepest pits of hell