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Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast, The First Battle, Part One

Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast, The First Battle, (Part One) From devil's cup black Stygian waters he drank from that first morbid hellish gate further he sank into a turbulent and malignant abyss a victim of that hideous she-devil's kiss his mission to deceive and gain lover's reprieve to become the hero some would never believe. Now at last into hell's dungeon he was cast among a devil's black mass, would his courage last hearing evil sounding bells, and black magic spells stepping on dead and dying, O' the rotting smells bravely walking towards that torture chamber door his goal a rescue of his beloved Lenore. No Paean dirge could ever shatter his shuttering urge to return to land of life and world's flooding surge leaving behind hideous sights burning his mind onward in haste, his Lenore he was there to find a moment, a cowardly thought, not to be caught he boldly overcame such fear as he was taught. Through massive iron door there on dank, filthy floor bound in heavy chains, this precious love, Lenore weeping in dire distress, in bloody ripped dress accused of sins she could she never confess suddenly from down the hall, came that fierce-some call Raven shouting, come this outing, let have a ball! Like a shot, he yelled, Raven, give all you got I have no dread, shall slay you instead, watch you rot from the pungent black, Raven began to attack battle raged, of time both combatants lost track came a mighty moan and Raven had away flown hero had won and such brilliant prowess thus shown. Robert J. Lindley, presented 7/19/2020

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