*This was inspired by the poem I did when I was a teenager. I recently posted it. It is called The Hands Of Fate. I felt like doing a follow up to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!*

The Shadow Land

We wander through the halls 
Made of skulls and flames
To gain access you must first play 
The wicked Master’s games
The farther in you go
The better you must know your goal
Because in one or two more levels
Satan’s gonna own your soul
Running through the darkness
With ungodly ghouls at every turn
Chasing, grabbing for you
Every caress, your skin will burn
Escaping with your life
Will come to be your deepest desire
Don’t let the demons possess you
Or they will consume you with their fire
Never getting out of hell
Will become your greatest fear
Waiting around every corner
For the Devil's evil sneer
The madness will overtake you
Start running with a knife
Before He grabs ahold of you
And takes you as a wife
The walls are closing in
As you scream and as you shout
Grab onto my hand tightly
And I will always pull you out
He fills your head with hate
And makes you start to doubt
The path that you have taken
And what it’s all about
So before you enter into this
Hell beneath the earth

Shed all of your pessimism
And value your self worth
Together we will master this
Dark and dismal shadowland
Raising each other up
Forever hand in hand
We will conquer evil always
We will make them understand
That God is taking over
And that we follow His command

Original Poetry Written By:
Eryn Dunbar

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