A poem

I just thought of the first stanza and I think it's worthy of its own post, to the point of me making a poem FROM the first stanza.

There's a chill I feel
From an unknown spell;
The first cold night
In the heart of Hell.

The Devil comes,
Run far away
For the heat comes back
In tomorrow's day.

I thank you much
For the gift you gave
To the poor souls
You could not save.