Hello literature friends .Do you read my poem?

The gates open heavenly,
an angel plays with a summons pipe,
they hum the fiery songs on Earth
in the final struggle.
Demons black are brocken
in an instant put away
hell flags in blue eternity
their boceels hidden evil
souls suffer in silence.

[c=BF0080][/c] Blackberries with fire burn
the moon pitchers are
poured and the spirit
dove and leads the crowds
huge
My soul wise flier
hand in hand
will follow you,
she embroiders
with bright thread
and with your word
he converses.

I not seeing the text here.

Is it an image...?

Yes.I try to use the pictures

I will write some poetry

Where’s the poem?