Abandon hope all ye who enter here
Et tu, Alighieri who held life dear
Yet dropped your bêtes noires without care or fear
Into black hell, with wrinkled lip and sneer.
Ravenna, a backwater and somewhere odd
To damn your enemies and play at God.
Imagine assuming you’d get the nod
A fast-track to heaven, though made of sod.
Flip it how you will, your unforgiveness
Threads the back weave of their lasting distress;
Betrayal begets betrayal – what a mess!
While you sail onward free of fault or blame
In perfect terza rima like a game,
Enraptured by daydreams of an old flame.