Red Gates

The iridescent walls enclosed his frame, Screaming about the lonesome dame. His body sunk through the ground, He fell through, making an aweful shierking sound. He stopped and his eyes grew wide. The flames penetrated the darkness to his side. Demons wailed and pursuded him through the dead wood, His legs moving as fast as he could. His legs decayed and fell off his body as he rolled along the floor. Still trying not to look back, as if something else were in store. Knowing that he had escaped, every scream he heard he laughed. Headless children pointed and urinated in his path. Serious silence spread the area in the likes of which he prefered. This blood red sky would flicker with the torturing that occured. He saw some fortress gates, so he quickly rolled into it. These red gates were the front doors of hell... He never knew it. [Sorry I haven't been around guys. But, I'm back with some new stuff.]