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The Infernal Forest
Amiss I crossed
unknowingly into Hell’s frost,
within a mortal’s journey in a dismal wood of sin,
little I knew a divine odyssey would begin.
I awoke off the True Path!
Lord! Dip this careless flesh in your bath of wrath!
In our infernal forest, I departed from the way of light!
Oh, Divine One, with anguish deliver to me a smite!
How to say how wicked,
such a place makes the saints justly livid!
Never witnessed so rank, so dismal,
the non-christened regiments abysmal.
So savagely untamed its rough growth twas’ in this woodland!
Behind every scorched timber hid a sinful band.
The chalice of Christ’s blood dry,
to my fear, gives eyes to the dead.
unknowingly into Hell’s frost,
within a mortal’s journey in a dismal wood of sin,
little I knew a divine odyssey would begin.
I awoke off the True Path!
Lord! Dip this careless flesh in your bath of wrath!
In our infernal forest, I departed from the way of light!
Oh, Divine One, with anguish deliver to me a smite!
How to say how wicked,
such a place makes the saints justly livid!
Never witnessed so rank, so dismal,
the non-christened regiments abysmal.
So savagely untamed its rough growth twas’ in this woodland!
Behind every scorched timber hid a sinful band.
The chalice of Christ’s blood dry,
to my fear, gives eyes to the dead.
Published 21st Feb 2019
Author's Note
I started out with the first two stanzas of Canto 1, of Dante Alighieri's, The Inferno, and made it my style!
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