Friday, October 7, 2011

New torments I behold, and new tormented
Around me, whichsoever way I move,
And whichsoever way I turn and gaze.

In the third circle am I of the rain

Eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy

Its law and quality are never new

Huge hail, and water sombre-hued, and snow,
Athwart the tenebrous air pour down amain;
Noisome the earth is, that receiveth this.


Cerberus, monster cruel and uncouth,
With his three gullets like a dog is barking
Over the people that are there submerged.

6 comments:

  1. If it's you posting this I'm asking you, stop.

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  2. Because you shouldn't be. It's making people worry. And if people are worried there's usually a good reason for it.

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  3. Worried that a place is reserved for you?

    Only two kinds of paranoia after all.

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  4. I'm worried about him. Whatever you doing, stop it.

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