A poem for Dantè`s inferno

In the depths of hell, a man abandoned his home

walking slowly, his journey has come.

Dante, the pilgrim, on a quest he desire,

to save his love, and to set her soul on fire.


Through the gates of hell, he did descend,

Into the darkness, his fate started to tend.

He faced the horrors while on defend,

and jumping against them in a offend.


At the first circle, the lustful he saw,

whose sins were great, so fearsome and awful,

In the second circle, the gluttonous layed,

their punishment: forever to be tossed and decayed.


In the third circle, the greedy did dwell,

Their fate, to be forever trapped in a well.

In the fourth circle, the wrathful got their rage,

for punishment, to be forever trapped in a cage.


In the fifth circle, the heretics did burn,

Their fate, to be forever in flames, so stern.

In the sixth circle, the violent did suffer,

their punishment, to be forever in the mud and to rougher.


In the seventh circle, the fraudulent did dwell,

Their fate, to be forever in a river of boiling blood, so swell.

In the eighth circle, the treacherous did lie,

Their punishment, to be forever in ice, so high.


In the ninth circle, the traitors did lie,

Their fate, to be forever stuck in the frozen lake, so dry,

And in the center of hell, sat Lucifer,

The embodiment of evil, like a minister.


But Dante, the pilgrim, did not falter,

He faced his fears, and did not alter,

And in the end, he emerged victorious,

His soul was saved, and his love, propitious.


Thus ends the tale of Dante's Inferno,

A story of fear, love, and courage so fair,

A tale that will live on, besides the despair.

12.09.2022