My hands search for light

As an escape out of this grave

A frigid fight

There I see a star shining upon

I try to pull myself up

Reaching for the light

I am submerged in goodness

But I notice there are others like me

Reaching for the same light

“Where are we?” Looking at each other’s eyes.

A voice from the sky calls for us.

Speaking like a true god in a low pitch,

“The end has come and you have reached your final,

destination which is hell. This is where you belong traitors.”

A scream echoes,

It is frightening,

But makes me awake to see that this is my last fight.

Reaching for the light that guided me here.