Gatekeeper of Hell

He came from north of the river, Mohawk mystery man. With creepers and

a crooked smile, drumsticks in his hands. He leaned in close and whispered,

"You're in for quite the ride." I felt a chill run through my bones,

but I couldn't step aside. He said, "You and I,

we are gonna get to know each other well." And then he introduced himself as

the gatekeeper of hell. He had this air around him

that conjured my desire. Don't you worry, darling, you'll learn to

love the fire. He showed me faded names, carved from flesh and bone.