Incanto In Furnace By Daunting Allegory

Aeneas crept into the depths of the underground, upright he stepped darkly as dead roses pressed and she wept (Persephone) in the pit (indemnity) where shadows slept bellowing as bellows sing so readily below those mourning bells that ring burrowed 'neath the death of Spring borrowed from the breath we breathe burroughs of departed greed ennui ennui ennui I scream wake up! this hell is not a dream and all is eaten as it feeds and everything is as it seems and everything is vanity as Ashteroth to Easter bleeds calamitous insanity the bedlam that Pandora breeds and Neptune drowned himself in seas abysmal king of dead seaweeds the pit is dank and dark and deep and filled with those of restless sleep and as the riddle of the Sphinx shows that time is entropy just as chains are naught but links our DNA, life's tapestry unweaves itself unto deceit stranding us in furnace heat like the Rich Man full of thirst as is the last so was the first