Hailstones On The Tiles

Hailstones hit the cracked, black tiles,

Below the steaming floor a demon smiles,

Chipped ice hits hot floor, wave of steam,

The demon's razor-sharp fangs gleam,

Runs two fangs along my wrist,

In turmoil, dark soul will writhe and twist,

Blood evaporates on the tiles,

Up at me, Hell's fire smiles.

The End

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