Sonnet 13 Poem by Octavian Cocos

The Hell is not that distant, after all,
And you can reach it with the greatest ease
While you're alive, not after the Death's call,
When heart and mind and body quickly freeze.
And this event is nasty, very bad,
It's dark and only shadows you can see
The air is sultry and you feel so sad,
Because your gloomy thoughts run wild and free.
And Satan lurks behind you to rejoice
When you break down and lose your self-control,
You feel his breath and hear his dreadful voice
That's why you think you'll perish in that hole.
The weak cries in the dark, gives up the fight,
But who is strong and daring comes to light.