Poetry

by Pete Holly

The doubt that's etched in an untrue mind,can not be erased by those in kind-
In Dante's inferno,no ear will hear,the cries of deciept,the desperation of fear-
for those guilty tried-were warned again and again in time-but they did not believe-
-in the justice of time-
Lies and lies,piled solid into rock,surround decievers-Block by Block-Until encased-
Sealed off from life-to waste in darkness-of all vanished light-Was the unruly hand-
and lies Transmutation-Did you possibly believe-twas' only recreation-Well it's now you find-
That damnations games-are nowhere as fun-as invitations claimed-Transformed from human
-To animals Spite-to tear the Flesh-in innocence's unkind-Devils make thier own beds-
-but they shall never make mine-
I'll choose,just a crown-
-as Emily did Sound-