The Cerberus

Of three heads, but by one intent possessed,

The Cerberus, fruit of the loins of mother

Of monsters Echidna, whose rest

With the awful Typhon birthed countless other

 

Abominations, controls the third circle.

Torturing those poor souls whose sin

On earth was gluttony. The desire to fill

Up, above all else, doomed them within

 

This dreaded ring, to be mauled senseless for eternity

By the multi-headed beast of greed,

Cerberus, his insatiable appetite making mockery

Of the bloated souls upon which he feeds.

 

Wreathed in flame, with a mane of serpents,

He takes a puppies pleasure in the games

He plays with those he torments,

Delighting in their suffering and pain.

 

Reviews

[Mehameha]

I'm really liking your work. I will bookmark this so later I can read more.

[Sane Betwixt]

Most of it's rubbish

[Mehameha]

Artists always think that. The same as beautiful women always thinking they are ugly. When I play classical pieces, I hear every flaw. The audience thought it great. Perspectives are interesting and I have often thought of writing a book about the same scene from as many as 8 characters. You would think retelling it would be boring 8 times but if it is done right it could be quite eye opening to some who never consider others points as valid. I am of grid but hopefully I will get off the steets soon. So I will not be around for a while.