Snatched From Hell Poem by Chris Embrick

I met a ghostly figure last night
A friend it seemed from a distance
To paralyzed with fear to take flight
I stayed there still at her insistence.

Such ashen skin no blush to see
And eyes that held unearthly sorrow
Before me stood such misery
Her look of pity hard to follow.

Convinced in some dream now trapped
I struggled long to keep my soul
But the phantom called me back
To a place I'd never want to stroll.

No sounds of laughter in this place
No love within this dark abyss
I felt a finger brush my face
The sting of death with her cold kiss.

Thoughts of dreaming, thoughts of dying
There could be no darker farewell
But there an angel saw me crying
Led me from the gates of Hell.

None so happy to see morning
I knew the horror but a dream
But dare not neglect the warning
That life is not always as it seems.

So there confessed my sins of anger
No more to stroll that dreadful mile
I felt my soul no more in danger
When I saw the angel smile.