21 April 2012
The Gates of Hell where open, as I followed her sweet scent. The flames where all around me, as through the gates I went.
I did not follow Dante, I did not follow Heracles. I simply followed her sweet scent, that blew up on the breeze.
I had no fear of Demons, for I knew them all by name. I was not disturbed by horrors, I was not disturbed by pain.
The fire was on the water, as I sailed through the Abyss. I turned and paid the boatman, then I turned towards her kiss.
The wind it was alluring, as I followed her sweet scent. Further into the underworld, deeper and deeper I went.
I did not falter for a moment, as I passed the seventh gate. The flames roared around my shoulders, but I did not deviate.
The burning was unbearable, at the very depths of Hell. Her sweet scent was all around me now, and to my knees I fell.
Above the fire she shimmered, a myriad of flames. In the presence of her beauty I was lifted from all pain.
So colourful, so beautiful, a mesmerising sight. Now I felt the burning, as she formed in Black and White.
Illuminated by the darkness, she was darkness inside out. Her deep, hypnotic, almond eyes, I could not be without.
I had crossed the Gates of Hell. I had sailed through lakes of fire. Into the flames we fell. Lay back my Burning Desire.
Inferno • Opuss № I