Love's Freed Slaves

Hell has visitors.

I have been told 

That the fire baptizes its survivors

That, after the retribution, comes the reward.

And that when you come out, your heart beats

A new beat

First the shackles made from 

gold wedding bangles

Are broken.

Then you are bathed in honey and milk,

Draped in velvet and silk,

 And crowned with branches carrying cherries .

Your teeth sink deep into ripe mulberries .

These earthly pleasures act as a salve 

For the burning from your hellish rebirth. 

And with that slight taste of paradise,

You are placed back on earth.