my love like a fever delirious,
evil sharpens suffering,
nourished of all preserves
to appease sickly desires.
my reason, in situation of attentions,
having seen not respected prescription,
left with annoyance, desperation,
'cause the desire, a death without remedy.
am sick without priest's sanity,
prey of morbid civilizations,
delirium in word and thought.
in vain truth speaks to ear,
swore, you were white radiant,
and black hell in dark night.
A contest entry
- Dante's Inferno by nansie.
600 points, ended January 20, 2008, 6 entries
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