Villanelle from Hell

The walls of Hell burn bright tonight,
The stink of sulphur, the flame red brick.
Angels, they were, as rebels they fight.

Morningstar sits, his second to his right
Not knowing how easy he will be to trick
The walls of Hell burn bright tonight.

The evil dispelled takes off in flight,
The stench enough to make a mortal man sick.
Angels, they were, as rebels they fight.

The suicides scream, making known their plight
A rain of blood falls from the sky, they defiantly begin to lick
The walls of Hell burn bright tonight.

Graves are plundered, will no one make it right?
Daringly, they rise above, allowing the oldest to choose and pick.
Angels, they were, as rebels they fight.

And now he watches, as his followers descend upon the dark night
He is alone now, and all of this sadness makes him sick.
The walls of Hell burn bright tonight,
Angels, they were, as rebels they fight.