Within the Chasm

Frozen villains Reach out their wrist Slit one by one Their blood drains To form a perfect circle From the puddles comes forth Serpents with a face per scale Each one a soul forgotten "This is not where your path will end my dear" A grotesque whisper speaks softly in her ear As they draw near A curtain made of spirits "Satan is inside of you" Unsure of who to ask for further explanation Her curiosity is poisoned by the shadows Where the freezing sinners cry Where she was perhaps meant to finally die "This isn't a dream"