Hell's Portals

Hell's portals three are inviting and grand

Personified deceptions of a mirage

All consuming, Desire as the tallest stands

Of dreams and diamonds a dazzling collage

It opens to boulevards broad and big

Lined by tall trees of some habit strange

With leaves of gold and golden twigs

Swaying in unfelt wind they shades change

Their rustling leaves sing songs of fame

In shape and size like a hundred dollar note

Each leaf is an invitation to money's game

To power and prestige a raised toast

The second of anger is equally majestic

Painted in orange like a bad liver it stands

Red and large rubies to its face stick

Besides it, Devils' nasty picture hangs

It opens to streets with frenzied commotion

With racing zombies outdoing one another

None forgives none for 'tis a wrong notion

Scenes abound of cruelty in rage's hour

The third is like a door of huge vault of steel

With knobs and keys it leads to pits of greed

In whose depths figures with head loads speed

Close in darkness a statue of Midas kneels

Greed is the face of hidden desire to accumulate

To be able to endlessly our senses ingratiate.

Soul here in quagmire of ignorance wallows

It lusts and hoards in moral waters shallow

Men fortunate and favoured by Destiny

These grand portals as deadly pitfalls see.