Abandon hope, who enter here
inside the gates of Baal’s Gold Fane
where shadows weep in somber fear
and whisper lawlessness is bane
Abandon faith, who swear by Styx
inside a frowsty stygian haze
to fondle idol folds of Nyx
within a dismal morphic maze
Abandon love, who bate the eye
inside the circles gruesome wall
where vicious grubs that never die
churn precious memories to gall
Abandon heart, God’s law adhere
divide His Living Word for gain
lest Rider of the Clouds appear
to bring the damned, miasmal rain
Bring on the Rain
© Copyright: Мэтти Дубоис, 2010
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