Devil’s in the details. It’s a 6.

she went down Purgatory Chasm, silent on her lips one last prayer, demons nipping at her heels released, fled their lair

her poppa warned her, “child, that ain’t no place for you“, trust me little darlin’, there’s nothing more to do” 

she went down Purgatory Chasm, stood upon the edge, and through the heavy sea salt spray called upon the dead

she understood the process, she’d read about the lore, soul for soul the trade off, that and nothing more

they say her screams were cradled by crashing ocean waves, licking like a fire’s first flame this is what she said

you took my momma from us for that I can’t forgive, so I’ll damn my soul forever, if you let my daddy live