The poets climb the mountain of Purgatorio as they did in Dante's own stories.
We ascended as we had before
Without the noose of life ahead
And climbing up again once more
We saw what once my pen had fashioned
Back when i wrote behind closed door
And I sang of death as I imagined.
I never really left the wood
Despite my comedy I was tragic
But here we march to see the good.
And through each level we ascended
Together with Virgil I knew we would
For with the stars he could defend
My broken soul that yearned for light
And the heart that he so bended.
So thus we clung with all our might
To each the other's calming hand
And there we reached the end of land.
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Afterward: A Terza Rima Fanfiction (Poetry)
PoezjaDante x Virgil. The Number One Ship.