Journey Of Snowy Petal

Blood spills over the eye, of the night

As it reflects, in the tear glazed window, of a baby fly

Who once flew innocently, a true child’s laugh,

But who is to say, insanity doesn’t strike

In the thirteenth hour,

She raises her hand, as if to reach for the night

A wintered blade, held firmly

The devil’s blazing eyes, were soaked on that blade

As she slits, no use crying over spilled blood,

Her soul, has been sold,

She wakes, in darkness, a silent cave

With fire puddles, and a narrow river

Leading further into a blind man’s world,

She slowly tries to get up, as her arms shake

Violent screams echo in her head,

From the darkness a slow rowing boat nears,

A hooded figure stops the boat,

A terminal voice, whispers out.

“You’re a little young, to be having problems,

But what’s done, can’t be reversed,

I am here to take you to the Dark Lord

Board with caution, you wouldn’t want, to fall in.”

She clenches her fist and swallows her words,

Boards the boat, carved from fright and tears,

“Tell me young fly, why did you commit sin,

Why end freedom, to suffer in agony?”

“If you don’t mind, I rather not speak of it

For I did what I did, so I would no longer

Breathe another moment of it.”

Just curious, you’re just so young

For the dark hand, to grasp upon your heart,

And squeeze pain, into its undeveloped body.”

“I saw a murder, I could have stopped it,

For I was the one, who was, the precious jewel

That had to be taken, won, a fight between day

And the auspicious night, I loved them both.”

She stayed quite, couldn’t continue

For it got more painful, to speak of life,

The boat docked, as she saw a shadow,

Sitting in the corner, next to a fire pit

As she gets off, and walks toward it,

From the corner of her eye, she sees the boat leaving

And tries, to get back on board,

The hooded figure sticks out the rowing staff

Crawling with death, out at young fly.

“Do not, get back on, or I will kill you

You think you’re dead, you’re only in purgatory,

Cause of your age, you get to plead your case,

You’re nothing but a floating petal, till you see the Devil,

Ever read Dante’s Inferno?”
She shakes her head yes with hesitation,

“Then you’re at the port of River Acheron

Enjoy the anguish, of a true scream.”
She starts to tremble uncontrollably, throwing her sight

From side to side, then fixing her windows

On an opening, a silent thundering slither

That is nearing her, echoing fear off her

Standing, trying to pear into darkness,

She looks pass the fire puddles, and sees a cave

Wasting no time, she runs toward it,

Stops frozen, at the entrance and sees

Another black abyss, only with a glowing light

At the end which seems to be, not too far,

She hears the slither nearing

As she runs into darkness, escaping that fear,

After running an hours tick, she begins to slow down,

Starts to walk stumbling, feeling out

The burning cave, setting her eyes on that light,

As she walks, that light continues

To stay the same size, fear setting in

Further down her throat, almost choking her,

She looks back, to see nothing, Acheron killed

Its lights, fear has grown round her eyes

Panic sets in, as she runs toward that light,

It finally gets bigger, closer and closer, she finds

The opening and sees, a sea of kneeling bodies

Looking up, and back down at their hands,

It was the first circle of torture, Limbo,

All those with no true beliefs, were carried here,

Petal slowly walked toward a single body, just to observe

What was on his hands, her eyes fix

And open wide, seeing worms crawling

In and out, of his hands,

She starts to step back, shrinking into a ball

A hand creeps out and grabs her leg

From behind, she whips about and sees

A man, crawling on the floor.

“Help me up young fly, my legs have no stance.”

“Then how would you stand, if no life resides.”

“Sit me up, these rocks aren’t the softest.”

She helps him, a struggle with a lifeless soul,

“So what’s your crime, your eyes have

No experience shinning out from them.”

“I committed suicide, and was brought…”

“You shouldn’t be here, you go strait

To the seventh circle, suicide forest.”

“I was told nothing, I was brought to the river

Then ran, from a slithering fear.”

“Well then, why did you do such a thing,

You’re so young, it seems foolish.”

“You don’t know my pain, I was being fought

Over and over, I heard cries and violence,

I needed to escape, I couldn’t bare it.”

There could have been a better way,

Don’t release anger over my words

But, you escaped violence and chaos

To come here, a warehouse of such

You foolish young fly, foolish!”

“I don’t need this, I hope those worms eat you.”

“They are, they’re already inside of me.”

She gasped and slowly backed away

Then burst into running back toward the cave,

As soon as she entered a new darkness, she stopped

Catching her anger, and calming her fear,

She continued down the black abyss

Hearing howling winds, rushing pass her ears,

Her body started to shake as it got louder

Coming closer to the other side, but it wasn’t,

The river had vanished, she saw gusting winds

Screaming, blowing all these souls around,

Bouncing off the sharp walls, slapping sounds

Echoing off the hands of the wind,

She ran back the other way, dealing with that man

Would be simpler than the violent winds,

Flashes of light kept striking the abyss

Followed by grumbling pounds, throwing her

To the floor she went, trying to hold on

Crawling toward the opening,

The pounding only gets stronger ash she nears

A different circle of anguish, violent storms occupy

This circle, following every soul, beaten down

By a gray pouring, each drop holding their guilt,

She steps into the storm, sky opening over her

Eyes lock onto a familiar face, a still image

Now in action, a freak among others,

For in this enclosed graveyard of famished souls

The floating petal the corpulent woman,

She nears the woman’s pool and finds the woman’s need

Swimming in it, far from reach.

“Hello there young fly, you’re slightly underweight.”

As the woman chuckles, a shattering among her

Many layers, many lives of an open mouth.

“I’m lost, I need to free myself from this keep.”

“A horrible place to lose yourself

Sight, of the light that shines in the midst of darkness,

Why are you here, so young fly?”

“Men wanted me, I played with their hearts

For I knew of my appeal when all knew

Nothing of desire a young love,

I couldn’t bare the sight of war

Over my foolishness, over my appeal

And only one way out, one way to end it.”

“Young fly, you don’t belong in this circle.”

Thunder strikes the words and echoes off hallow stomachs.

“I don’t know where to go, I just Want to be.”

“There is no being in these caves.”

A petal floats away, back to the dark abyss,

As she goes toward the other side wandering

In the absence of point, she slips, stain

On her dirty skin, blood, not hers

As a slap, punch, kick, whip sound echoes,

She finds the source of the river of blood,

Every soul is perpetually beaten

While on all fours, crying out tears of wealth,

Trying to hold it in, so they can keep it for themselves,

She turns away crying, lost in a horrid abyss

Coming up to the River Styx seeing floating souls

Always gasping for breath, fighting the water

Angrily, as Styx holds each soul like a spider

Traps a fly, in its invisible web, no where to go,

A snowy petal can’t find a tree branch

Is she to dwell in the dark abyss,

Surrounded in the echoing screams of the heretics,

She stands still frozen in the opening

Watching fire throng over a see of tombs,

Pain for unorthodox ways, does she belong there,

As well as all the circles, she is trapped in the web

As the petal floats to the seventh circle,

A cave with its own levels, she looks out into

This pool of blood, filled with screaming souls

Burning in the blood, they themselves spilled,

She climbs the steps to the second level,

A forest, trees lavished with red leaves

She enters, a petal finds a place

As she comes upon, a weeping crouching soul.

“What’s troubling you, there’s no need for tears

In the comforts of nature.”

The soul looks up, with her eyes burning red.

“Nature? Nature is not a tree that urks an eye

To look toward the devil, when have you seen

A leaf of such color and odor

You’re old enough to know death, comes swiftly,

These trees have no peace within, they are the stems

Of a blood web, weaving down to suffocate

Our eyes, each leaf is a drop of spilled blood,

The tree I sit by, is me, my blood tree,

This forest is infinite, room for plenty of ends,

It’s a haunted forest, depending on how much

Is spilled, onto the sky, makes these blood leaves.”

“I’m sorry, it seemed so pleasant, I didn’t know.”

“Go to your tree, and leave me to my torment.”

She looks up at the crouching soul’s tree,

To see it infested with those red drops,

Her tree is the fullest among the scarce,

The petal turns trying to find those steps

As she flies into tree after tree, crowding her,

Trying to trap her in, she flies, turns to avoid

Tree after tree, suffocating her exit,

Almost out of breath, she sees an opening

Flies toward it, as trees block her path

She flies into the third level

Flies by souls who stand on hot sand

Pointing their tears toward their feet

Hoping, to ease the heat, a field of stiff souls

Exposing their feet to the fiery sands,

She doesn’t stop, fear has taken control

Of the winds that push the petal

Instead fear now pulls the snowy petal

Throwing her by the souls eternally running

On pointed rocks stained red,

And finally back into the black abyss

Trying to catch her breath in the brimstone

But as the moon rises in the sky she hears

That thundering slither, she stared into darkness

As if she can penetrate her blindness,

As it comes closer she moves away

Toward the other end, toward the eighth

Tortures sight, out of irritation, a sudden screech

Startling Snowy Petal falling into a pit

In the center a sort of Mary-Go –Round

Of souls being seduced, by a crackling whip,

She crouches to the ground, puts herself

Into a ball, and releases a roar

A sudden burst, she runs further into suffering

Running pass such horrid sights of punishment,

She kept running stepping on the souls sinking

In the excrement of the foulest,

Pass a sea of inverted souls being burned

Heads twisted round continuously and slowly

Souls lying on burning pitches, souls weighed

Down by clad to stay forever still on the stabbing

Ground, endless serpents attacking, covering

Every inch of a soul, dragons breathing fire

Onto the hanging soul’s endless mutilation,

Pain, filth, disease, attack, and bound to chains

And back into the black abyss, falling to the ground

Flooding the abyss, a monstrous voice echoes.

“Come to me Snowy Petal, follow the frozen river of blood.”

She comes out from the abyss, to stand

Along a plank onto the palm, of the Lord of Darkness,

A plank filled with ice tombs, some covered

To the shoulder, neck, and some, completely immersed,

Then there are his teeth, frozen caps of souls,

“My foolish Snowy Petal, how was your journey

Round my circles of agony,

Its been so long since you first arrived,

I’ve been awaiting your snow drift,

And now, you’ve finally arrived in my presence,

Why you ended so young, I kept asking,

I’m surprised you didn’t run into the two

Who fought over you, a war that ended in brutality.”

She was confused, unsure how that

Could be, how long was her journey,

“You died on the thirteenth hour,

And if you didn’t run off on your lonesome

I would have put you…”

“Wait, how long has it been, why…”

“How dare you interrupt me, I am speaking,

You think you died yesterday, you stomped

All through my hand, visiting all the circles,

Look into my eye and see what I see.”

He lowered his head so Snowy Petal can see

She has aged, a full grown woman at 63,

She gasped at the sight, wrinkles

And snowy hair, a frightening portrait,

“Now you see, your fear has gotten you nowhere

But to the depths of my mind,

Held firmly in all my nine fingers.”

The Devil closed his hand, all nine circles

Closing round her, when he opened his hand,

She was immersed in ice, as well as

Leaning up against her blood tree,

Battered by winds,

Besieged by foul weather

Submerged in the river Styx,

Burned in tombs,

Her soul was torn between all

Nine circles of hell,

For she, belonged to all of hell.