lasciate ogni speranza voi ch’entrate

‘twas witching time
when Death stole mine
out the shadows
and through his cloak
He thieved her life
and I at strife

only skin and bones
was I left alone
in the path
that only descends
I too shall ingress
and show no distress

in the Inferno we
will forever be
for I’ve taken mine
at my own expense
and hope shall bequeath
as we lay underneath


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