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Her Escape from Hades

By: Mistress of Word Play

Page 1, This poem is for Neno\'s picture challenge.


I have escaped keys in hand
shackle dangling upon my wrist.
Beaten sorely, ravaged endlessly
trumpet sounds and light appears.
 
Sanity eradicated down below
where demons howl gleefully.
Soul pricked, bruises engraved
darkness fades and heaven nears.
 
I crawl across the rocky spire
fingers bleeding, blood dark red.
Wings jet black, scorched, burned
silver light shining healing song.
 
Hope flooding my forlorn spirit
heart cleansed and made whole.
A call, forgiveness, eternal love
teardrop falling because I belong.

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