The Mosques of Dis burn
I turn pale while Virgil frets
Help has not yet come
Shrieking above us
The three furies claw and bleed
They call Medusa
Virgil shuts my eyes
Then a flash, bright, angelic
We bow to him
Walking on the Styx
One thousand souls run and hide
Our help has arived
He opens the gates,
Warning the Demons away.
We enter the town
A burning churchyard
Open tombs on fire and full
Here lie Heretics
All faiths, sects and cults
the leaders and followers
burn inside their graves
A long time ago
Virgil had to make this trip
Constrained by a Witch
Past burning churches
We turn right and keep going
Down to the bottom
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