Leaning among the graceful flares
of a light as bright as the brightest spotlight
The only who could ever dare
to inhabit this marvelous sphere of hell

He wanders the orange lands of fire
breathing the scalding air without a care
who else but he could never tire
of having descecrated charcoal hair?

Nary a worry a worry you should spare for him
For one who lives in fire can feel no pain
He gazes from space extending his arms
and sends rays that fall like rain

(was bored one day in class, so I wrote this).

-Verdugo