It watches over the Gates of Hell, made of flames and bones.
Covered in scales, or fur and stones, in a pack or stands alone.
Breathing out poisons and claws sharp as blades,
Thou who approacheth shall not leave unscathed.
Cometh to the Palace of Satan in hell.
After you hear Death's untimely bell.
Suffer an eternity of torture and pain.
Thee that come here shall not be the same.
Hounds rip you apart, limb from limb,
Before sending thee off to work for him.
With hounds of hell watching your pain,
You scream and cry, never in vain,
As all good deeds of yours fade,
Over shadowed by sins of shade.
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I thought I'd switch it up to poetry for a day.
Hope you enjoyed day nine
