To Hell’s keeper.

To the Hell keeper,

Whose fingers are black with soot and ash,

who carries the only light in Hell in his hand,

who carries no malice, no wrath-

To the Hell Keeper,
Who hears what the Divine had commanded,
Upon his weary head the cries of rotting souls resounded,
As do his, as do hers, as do mine.

To the Hell Keeper,
Who knows who I’ve been and what I am.
Hold my hands and blow them warmth.
And by your breath, be less as damned.

To the Hell Keeper,
Who closes the gates for  Man,
Who stokes none but the hope of all,
Those who are gone & to those who will fall.

To the Hell Keeper,
Whose drooping eyes pour forth his agony,
Of  revealing the flames of end,
The inferno beyond life, the eternal misery.

Grow flowers in your eyes, Keeper,
The beauty of Life you must behold,
Reach to the Heavens, Keeper,
And descry the world’s tale untold.

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cie miraflor

A Filipino at heart and a Thomasian in spirit. A vocalist. A bookworm. A chocoholic. A liar. A dreamer. A coffee addict. A writer of poetry and short stories. A pending Information Technologist. A frustrated programmer. Blinded with love for Batman.

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