Fists

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

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