The Way To Hell

The "World" the harlot, that leads to hell

In 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.........

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Wow this is a very deep poem! I love this poem, I can see a lot of emotion around it
Worth the read, This is very cool!

[Stephen]

Thanks! I appreciate the appraisal!