A Free Man

He stood before the fiery gates
To Lucifer extended his arms
A calm smile upon his face
He knew, here he belonged

His shackles bit into his flesh
Of oozing pain he cared not
The crown of thorns upon his head
His talisman, a release he found

Rivers of blood under his feet
Dark, dark stains on his hands
A list of crimes to follow him around
Souls he freed, haunting the ground

A child of darkness, pure of heart
A babe of evil, the devil's man
He lived in the night, ravaged yet free
Day loving puppets he scorned

With a tainted name he survived
Chained in a room to a pithy wall
They feared freedom, they feared his wrath
For he was charred beyond recall

True he was and honest too
For he was just what he was
No masks he wore, no blotches of color
By the living dead was he revered

Solace found in Lucifer's arms
He truly lived in the fiery world
For darkness of heart and power of mind are,
Beyond the mortal tainted whites, high above...