To Lord Dante
Upon the hole crept the night
Passing to the door of secrets
Where soul rested seeking solitude
From the outside world of un-belief
Penetrated into the heart-spirited
Where darkness only his guest
On the floor engraved
The face that bore the name-discord
The unwelcome creature from the grave
And the only master cannot be forged
Lying in the stone neither flesh nor bone
Where they feared amongst all
But destiny upon the thread of life waits
To them who seek and find death
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