The Way To HellA Poem by StephenThe "World" the harlot, that leads to hellIn the dark, fog filled night
the sun's light, now buried
I visit, to know the dead's plight
and to where they were ferried
The lifeless graveyard, I walked
by death,inhabitants marred
engraved, their life's poem
their tombstone, their bard
through dense fog, I walked
my vision impaired
over the dead, dirt caulked
the same end they shared
for death took all
not a one he spared
he brings all under his thrall
some unprepared
such a bard, I stumbled across
a story he had to tell
concerning the man, below the cross
who road the ferry to Hell
the bard began the tale
the poem he recited
hearing the poem made me wail
for in the same things I delighted
Spoken by the bard
is the following tale:
"here, ******** lies
beneath this very stone
of him I will apprise
why in Hell, he was thrown
For he kissed the seductive lips
of the harlot, the "World"
ravished in her temporary love
his soul in her bosom, furled
Her end was bitter as wormwood,
sharp as a two-edged sword
Her feet took him down to death
her steps took hold on hell.
here, ********* lies,
beneath this very stone
listen, you'll hear his cries
in hell where he was thrown"
The bard finished the tale
my face becoming pale,
on my knees I fell
as the sun removed the veil
for the name I saw,
of the one led to hell!
My..name..it revealed.
I continued to wail!!!!
To be continued.........
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StatsAuthorStephenPensacola , FLAboutI am very interested in writing. Love to read others writings and really find the meaning within that writing. I love to write to be able to hopefully add meaning to others lives or help them in a tim.. more..Writing
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