All hope abandon, ye who enter here
Had been inscribed atop the gates of hell;
At once I boldly struck the portal bell
Not caring that the cries that met my ear,
Denoting endless tortures, endless pain,
Flew up to warn me of a dreadful fate –
Unceasing grief and woe. I could not wait!
Light-heartedly I beat the bell again.
Outraged, the keeper of the pit let roar
Ferocious oaths which silenced those within,
Drew back the screeching bolts, flung wide the door.
Unflinching, fast I grabbed him by the wrists
So forcefully, his charred and scaly skin
Turned into powder trickling from my fists.
Refer to: Acrostic sonnet