Their Stories Tell

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells, A haunting storm, my anger swells. Through fiery gates, I'll guide your fall, In Hell's embrace, your soul enthralled. With anger's force, I'll seize your mind, In flames consumed, no solace find. Though I may not lead you to your home, To Hell's abyss, I'll drag you, alone. A fateful dance we'll eagerly pursue, Where lost souls roam, forever askew. Yet unity remains within our plight, In Hell's abyss, bound by eternal night. Completeness found in darkness we share, In fiery depths, we are ensnared. Themes and subjects, vast and wide, Within these lines, they coincide. For in this form, a unity prevails, As rhyme unites, regardless of tales. From anger's grasp to fiery Hell, A pair of lines, their stories tell.