Winter jaunt

Hi, it's me again. During a boring day I have been writing this work of art. It is from my darker pocket, as you will see. PLZ, i would really appreciate your comments on this one, because it's the third poem i have ever written (and second published).

Winter jaunt

When I look out of the window, it's snowing
and the crows flying above croak
A strange meeting i have aranged today
with a mixed feeling
My companion is the dreadful bloke
and he is taking me away

The place he has chosen
is the deepest point in hell
There I stood frozen
as he spoke about
what can happen to an infidel

Nightmares rise from behind the hills
they flood the hopeless cities
Rivers of people flow like Amazon
to the island called Avalon
Now they behave like little kitties
and the devil shrills

Nor then i realized that
it is not a dream
but he was a diplomat
so he let me myself redeem.

Just tell me if you liked it. Don't worry I can stand critics =;-D.