hellbent13

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

"And a fair, saintly Lady called to me
In such wise, I besought her to command me.
Her eyes were shining brighter than the Star"

"Bestir thee now, and with thy speech ornate,
And with what needful is for this release,
Assist him so, that I may be consoled.
Beatrice am I, who do bid thee go."

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"

"Lost are we, and are only so far punished,
That without hope we live on in desire."