this is probably some of my first "proper" work, so don't expect much. might be a little edgy. i just felt as if i needed to share it, so.
Lovers in Hell
Once there were two lovers, whose last words were "i love you".
Buried in one coffin, for they could not tell who was who.
In hell they met, with deep regret for one another's fate.
"Were I not damned- I would've jumped after you anyway."
They held, embraced, each other's face on their last living day.
They sobbed into each other's arms as both had burned away.
But lo- within the searing glow, they danced among the flames.
Each step over burning hot coals, just to repeat the same.
Then blazing whips of nettle leaf crackled among the pyre, an audience of demons, beasts alike in howling choir.
"They whipped and growled as we danced in their envious rage.
Coveting our love- they mocked, a freakshow in a cage."
Elegantly twirling, steps- avoiding every crack.
For even still, they danced with legs and arms now long scorched black.
The char of rotting flesh and bone did nothing to disuade- a tiny peck upon the neck of their beloved, flayed.
The skin they bore, not unlike cloth- had long been peeled away.
Till none could even tell what sin had led them both astray.
Their bodies slouched, hellfire welding, wrapped up in a chain.
Now together, forever; "They'll never seperate us again."
Their lips still tasted sickly sweet, beneath metallic grime, and so they danced into the night until the end of time.