by Felipe Alvarez de Toledo
He always remembers his first true love-
Poisoned by snake, on her white wedding day-
Once he stormed through hell, to bring her above,
And thus, carry on, without further delay.
So he went down to Hell, where fire is black,
And pacted with the fiery God of beneath:
If he trusted her, without looking back
To the sad husband, her life he’d bequeath.
She followed him, almost reaching the light,
But he looked back when she shouted his Name.
As was accorded, She vanished from sight;
Temptation and he were only to blame.
Beasts now listen to grief of monsters past,
Sad strokes of his lire give her life, at last.
(attempt at a sonnet)