Damned.

In the deepest pits of hell
A man of no age
Darkness and shadows
Could not pronounce his name
Cried the unidentified
"We the damned are plagued,
But from these brimstone walls
You can not escape"
His nightmares can be forgotten
Through the depths of time
For he knows
That even dreams can lie
The stars above the abyss
He watched everyday
Scouting the lands
A getaway he began to collate
This blood red kingdom stood silent
As ghosts roamed the hall
The fresh meat of Earth arrived
Condemned to this vault
Every poor and frightened soul
Brought to this anti-paradise
By a skeleton in robes
Wielding a staff with a tip like a knife
He was to torture them
Asking himself why
Make them cringe, cry and shout
He was not in it for the ride
His getaway needed to begin
Dreaming of being in the light
Spreading his wings
Ascending from this unholy shrine
Leaving behind the torture
His home, his palace, his cell
But alas, flying no higher
His wings began to melt
Doomed to rule over this prison
Made up of flames and broken glass
He spent the rest of eternity
Howling on Mar