….down to seventh circle
Here's what to expect
Dante and Virgilio arrive to the seventh circle’s first ring
Just behind a turn
a view eyes reject
infamy of Crete, self biting
staggered by own ferocity.
Dante bears witness of a monstrous horde, with Minotauro atop
LIE IN A HOT RIVER OF BLOOD
WONDROUS TREES IN A BLACK FOREST
Description of two kinds of pain, inflicted to the damned as counterpass
Seething life drops far
Here dark peace, sorrow
whines
Seventh circle’s infernal sights
CHASED TO BITES BY BLACK SHE-MASTIFFS
RAIN OF FIRE ALL AROUND THEM
Again, description of two kinds of pain inflicted to the damned as counterpass
Violence is lack of respect blindness towards
life and its miracle; while the
deepest of human feelings, with love
In this ring find their place those damned guilty of violence toward God
blood
stands as a memory
of the life they have outraged
now rivers of it
burn off their cries
Blood here is Flegetonte river’s one
the solitary forest
set me in anxiety
I found hold in a branch I have torn
taken by the fear
Dante breaks a tree branch: it is Pier della Vigna who asks him to redeem his name
never thought it would have bled
no voice to utter asking
begging me to clear his name
soul spoke instead of me

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