Dark night of the soul
Walking through Shehol's abysses
Overwhelmed by fiendish demons that glisten
Teeming & screaming but there's no waking
No escaping them as you case the place
The air is laced with scary tastes & smells
Pacing in Hell seemingly eternally burning
Verbally yearning for supernal sermons
But all you hear & see is harpies and banshees
Fear seizes your heart, freezes you on the spot
Even though you're so hot you're boiling
Toiling to overcome this
Yet what are you to do but run quick
No gun clips no weapons
An empty handed warrior
Senselessly stranded without a sword or a blade
Yet as you awkwardly stray
You bask in a ray of light
Perhaps it made you righteous
All of a sudden you strike them
As they fall into a huddle around you
& pound you to the ground till it splits open
& gifts you with hope
A blade forged from wisdom
Shining forth like a prism
An atma, the blinding sword of mystic prajna
You grasp it & slash 6 demons
Split them to pieces
Decapitate 3 more
They cease & capitulate
As you free their hordes
From the grasp of hatred
Light shines as you strike binds that restrain them
& write rhymes for the angels
Hell freezes over from Siva's cobras
As you breathe a sober breeze
& your soul is relieved
From everlasting darkness...
At last you hearken