Looking Through to Tartarus

Harpies shrieked and lost souls wailed The cold wind stung as embers sailed A fetid stench, eyes red with dust When I looked through to Tartarus. Black column’s rose in demon form terror enthralling those forlorn Compelled I shuddered as I must When I looked through to Tartarus. Ten-fold my dread, to see your face Among the shades in this cursed place I cried your name, you didn’t hear Glass-eyed and stricken with despair Bleak bedlam dweller all hope hushed When I looked through to Tartarus As I wept, nigh tolled a bell The Angel Keeper Uriel Bellowed low “it must be thus” When I looked through to Tartarus.