In the center of a barren hell rises a tall, black tower full of fallen angels and lost souls.

From it’s highest point, the gates of heaven can be seen. They are wide open and unguarded, all I have to do is walk in to be received.

I am a red dragon, fighting against an army of black demons to keep the tower from being stormed.

I know those within the tower fear and hate me, they consider me their jailer.

I know those outside the tower hate me in awe, for being free to leave at will I stay and fight to keep them from their pray.

I also know that I can never leave the tower, the souls of those within and outside being at stake.

I also realize now, that this is to be my eternal, wall-less prision cell.