The King Of Hell

His time has past and he is gone
It's time to face that call
The questions to be asked by two
He may rise or he may fall

Standing still within that hall
The Silence echoes in his head
They have given him this time and space
To view his life and know that he is dead

Eventually they both appear
And they sit down in their thrones
It's time for him to be judged
For all he's done they know

So he stands there with his head held high
And he stands before those thrones
One glistening with gold and light
The other cast from bones

They seethe at his defiance
They can't believe his gall
The king of hell is first to snap
He rises and he grows tall

As he walks toward the man
His body shrouds in flames
But the man stands and holds his will
he does not shrink and will not fade

With burning fire and total rage
He bears down on the man
But his mind and body ready
He smiles inside, It's all part of his plan

As hades get within his reach
The man then swiftly moves
His arm is strong and fast
His grip cannot be moved

He squeezes and he crushes
As the flames travel up his arm
But he will not release his grip
He must iganore the such harm

The battle is brief and painful
But the devil lays at his feet
He looks upon the other throne
"At last we finally meet"

They lay out they're conditions
And the man does argue well
So now it's time to fulfill his role
He is now the king of hell