A poem for Dan Brown's 'Inferno'
Gone are the Gates of Hell published--
A flaw it was, indeed;
But someone thinks what he had wished:
The hell that he has made.
So much for telling truths and lies
And deep imaginings;
The Gates of Hell seen through his eyes
Is one hell best of things.
The Gates of Hell resides in us
If we would let it be;
Not in a place we think it was
But where we drift away.