Dante's Inferno
Dante the depths thou searchest deep
Amidst the pergatory sleep
Neither living yet not dead
Torn between the sheets of red
Enter and ye lose all hope
Spirit world spirit folk
Inside the dark and black despair
Not leaving till he finds her there
Fraid of nothing his soul may take
Enquires of hell, pleads for her sake
Restless wanting she must be close
Not retreating from what he desires the most
On otherside craves see her ghost.
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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