Fearless

Within the parallel of dimensional insanity.

It winds like a road into the twilight of despair.

Desperation calls but none are there to hear

The hollow cries of anguish heard afar

By lost souls in hades waiting their turn

To be found by the remainder of those

Who survived the last trip into the nether

Before the Son of perdition strikes his blow

Defeating his arrogance in one fell swoop.