Whose soul is that? You think he knows?
Its owner is quite angry though. She is tortured deep within.
He watches her pace. He cries out loud.
She gives her soul a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the crackle,
Of flames and fires in this place.
The soul is withered, abused and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a we should keep.
She rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause he turned and fled.
She giggles at his flee,
And speaks one last epiphany,
This is hell, welcome friend!