"Inferno" Tribute, part 1
Author: Unknown
Paraphenalia
of silent destruction
leaning over
taking me in.
Greasy streaks
of ebony line
the corridor, delineated
under a
saffron sky.
Doors haphazardly juxtaposed
flaunting both rhyme and reason
offering only opportunities
to obliterate
the senses.
In one room
I happened to see
seduction ever most
vile.
A corpulent woman
donned in cards,
else naked
head to toe,
gyrated about
unnaturally,
her face a grotesque
mask.
The sign above
to all decried,
"The fabulous
Lady Luck".
Her victim,
entranced by those movements,
offered to her all he had,
but once his possessions
became hers,
she ended with him her session.
In a panic,
I do recall,
an act so bold,
so irrational.
From his hand
he did separate
with the greatest of might
his every finger from its joint.
Thus the shapely succubus
refocused on him,
hand drowning in crimson runnels,
to take what she felt was hers.
Could I not stay for more
for from behind me, a prodding came on
darker, darker into the abyss
travelling onwards, my weary soul.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
I know that Dante starts out with a description of the first few layers, but I wanted to take a message of hell in a different fashion and skip the back story to make this a bit more allegorical.
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