Friday, June 09, 2006

In Memoriam

So with this trusted escort we moved on
along the boiling crimson river's bank,
where piercing shrieks rose from the boiling souls.

There I saw people sunken to their eyelids,
and the huge centaur explained, "These are the tyrants
who dealt in bloodshed and plundered wealth.

Their tears are paying for their heartless crimes."

Inferno, Canto XII