Aftermath

HellBoys

Hell!I was out in a black cloak

with an axe to kill a young bloke.

'There will be blood', I jeered and my face was red,

'There cant' be blood',sneered my head.

With a confused look,at it I gloared.

'Your time has come',thence being roared.

Woosh!came my axe,the air disturbed,

Thud!broke the grave,shards disbursed.

Out he came dressed like me,

I couldn't make out if it was he.

'Hell,man,this is hell',he sung

'here,everybody's death knell had already rung'.

Hell yeah! Now I know my head's curse,

for me now,hell didn't get more worse.

'All right bloke,let us fight',

'For in hell there is no wrong and right'.

Nothing left,None to rue

for I landed here after the slew.

[The post,in itself,isn't meant to be a poem.It rather is a little imaginative narration of an event.]