Dante breathes his final breath and his soul is taken to the shores of Inferno where he boards the boat he weighed down in his life's writing. Hoping for forgiveness, he muses, wondering if he gave his life to his god too late.
From my heart there fell
One final beating ghasp
And who knew whether hell
Would show my mind a relapse
Of what I thought befell.
Instead I heard a rasp.
I think my soul could feel
My heart begin to swell.
T'was time to know what's real
To see if what I wrote
Was truer than the zeal
The church and state promote.
Time whisked away the mist
And I stepped into the boat
That I had thought before this
Would lag under my weight
In hell I made a fist
To ward off whatever fate
Eternally sought my claim.
I hoped i wasn't due for blame.
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