The pit…it loomed
Like a gaping maw to Hell.
Why were you taken?
The inquisitors, with minds of red fire,
Imprisoned all against their will.
What was forsaken?
To be free! Ah—no!
I reviled against them, the demons!
And what was first?
The edges, the walls I felt,
Endless, grimy troughs went on
And on, and on… I fell from a stone
And my nose brushed the edge
Of the pit. The demon.
It licked its airy tongue around my neck
And I jumped to my feet…ah, but the poison! The poison!
And the next worst?
Dear, sweet angel, I felt
Ropes and cords bind my wrists.
Surely this was a pure dream…
I can only dream it weren't so!
The pendulum sang as it cut as it wist,
Down farther and farther!
The monotonous plunge
Of a fatal descent,
Screamed in my ears,
Filled my blood with the murder, inescapable fate!
And yet it wasn't all as it seemed?
Yes, of course, the rats did well,
In chewing through—I tumbled down.
Sweet soul, what then occurred?
I rose, determined to flee,
But the demons were anxious to drown
My protests. I wobbled at the gongs in my ears,
The rushing of water—the walls closed in near!
I screamed, but their fires bellowed laughter
For I could not touch them, lest be pierced with their flaming swords!
I edged to the maw to the track down to Hell,
And the commotion surrounded me,
I gasped,
Cried to my God…
And fell.
Twisting like a broken body, I clattered against the floor.
My teeth clambered out.
My heart flattened.
My lips bulged, as I cried…mercy, mercy.
You died and are here?
Yes, sweet spirit.
I cannot aid you. For such a perilous death,
Was obviously designed by the deity—you, a pitiless wretch
Must suffer forever for your unpardonable sins,
Which, unknown to me, must have brought you this end.
To Hell!
No, Spirit! Lord, above!
I fell to death, rose to heaven, not to be felled again!
To the depths of the evil where you will remain!
I cry, my mind bleeds, my hands stretch and my bones crack
I am sent down that tunnel where the villains dwell,
And am met by the breaking
And torturing of my bones.