Satan's story

I tell a story
These woods are too scared to tell
For here even thoughts are heard
And here do the demons dwell

One does hear silence at night
Hoping no sound touches their soul
And then a shrill scream blinds the night
And then we can see no more

When the dawn breaks
The red sun awakens the lifeless eyes
And there is blood gushing in the river streams
And the land burns sad and dry

And as one walks down this lifeless lane
Where the demons dwell
One can hear the whispering skeletons
“Welcome to Hell.”