My trip to Hell and Back

I sit gently on a midnight cloud as guard of the gate to heaven
A sense of insecurity sweeps the night and a pressure lifts from my chest
The red scar over my heart bleeds; the degree of heat increases
His presence grows like an unbreakable force of darkness
Unknown to me, I happen to be slipping away
Falling into his hands, into a fiery zone
These gates are no longer of a pure gold, but of a piercing flame
No longer am I resting in the hands of my Lord,
But I am being caressed by the least quintessential of all beings
The asperity of his tone echoes through me like a dagger
His eyes, opaque and dark, ogle my face
He gave a eulogy, in my name, in my honor, though I am below my Lord
Dancing in these twisting flames, the demons screamed
Forever, I thought, I was bound to Hell
No justice would be found for a fallen angel
He would not kill the pure, but, taint them
Tomorrow I will return to Him and vex this Devil,
Who has attempted to bind my to him
A sudden whim dawned on me, my escape
Pray to my ever loving Lord that his hand should bring my back
In time the Lord will set wings upon my back and return me to my guard
I’m back guarding the xanthin gates