Up Ahead
Up Ahead
Stands a figure
A hooded figure.
All around me is chaos,
the screams from the Fields of Punishment
Echoes in my head.
His hand reaches to me.
A soft smile that says
"Do not be afraid."
"You will not go there."
"No more harm will come to you."
Softly I spoke,
"I have no fear"
The blank, cracked phone
fell from my broken hand,
the cause of being a spirit,
tumbling into the abyss below.
Up Ahead
Stands a figure
Hades
Awaiting for me.
I slowly take his hand,
my hand that slowly healed,
and away went my ties from this Earth.
Behind me, I left the phone,
Along with the broken car,
To join my new destiny
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