Damned Poet
#1 of Decaliyric: Fox
A longer reflexive poem I wrote with the help of the motive of Dante.
Of damned nature your poetry is,
Your comedy I oh so much cherish,
Described as divine and to cause bliss,
Among the ones who seem to perish.
You went thru hell to get above,
Guided by the light of a poet in nature,
To reunite with Beatrice, your love,
And to face the might of our creator.
The descriptions of hell you provide are vivid,
Impressive it is, your bravery at display,
The regime of hell is cruel and rigid,
Yet the beasts there, you manage to dismay.
Though hell may not differ from the real world,
Covered in crimson, tinted by sins,
A mirrored image that is just blurred,
One could assume they are twins.
And a blind world this one really is,
Filled with ones who lack a spine,
What a sad and tragic story tis,
They know to follow a "divined" design.
I call upon thee, oh you damned poet,
To guide the spineless, just like Virgilio's did,
To shine upon us light, for you knowest,
From a straight path, we might skid.
My presence though isn't of divinity,
Just because I rebel, doesn't mean I'm safe,
For sin, I too have an affinity,
My lack of spine might be my strafe.
So, guide me, alongside the wicked,
Thru the inferno planes, one calls Earth,
For you've gone thru them and been afflicted,
By the realm of pain, that to sin gives birth.