.THE AGE OF ARROGANCE.

Death knows your name. In darkness, patently watching, stalking your every step. Smiling, quite beautifully, reaching to grasp your breath. Enchanting, her voice lovely whispers, “with one breath, choose your death.” Calmly, with eyes shut, watched all that I loved. Peaceful, with breath held, let go all I hate. Life ended quite lovely while Death held my hand, and Death knew my name.

Then, mountains surrounded by dark woods, time came to awake. Three beasts float in darkness, and rotting like cancer awaits.

Forced to lie in vile slush of ceaseless, boiling blood. In flaming sand, and fiery flakes raining from the sky. A three face beast awaits athirst. Abandon hope, ye who enter here. Feet first into a mouth of the eager beast, condemned in the very center of Hell.

“Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate”