A Season in Hell
Shadowed groves where whispers dwell,Through time’s unyielding, harsh decree,A soul traversed the depths of hell,Seeking what could never be.The trees, sentinels of night,Stood guard along the twisted path,Their branches, stripped of verdant light,Portrayed an artist’s somber wrath.A river, flowing deep and dark,With secrets held in silent sway,Mirrored the soul’s embattled arc,Through endless night and fleeting…