While descending slowly into Hell
she chanced a glance at Satan's face.
She felt the fire and smelled the smell
as down she fell into the place
where hope and love are hidden well.
And in that face she saw a smile
that welcomed her and called her name.
The creature's features vain and vile,
he drew her, screaming to the flame.
She heard him laughing all the while.
And there she stayed until the time
the fire consumed her rage and pain,
until the poet found the rhyme
to bring her back to life again
and holding her,
with love to climb and climb and climb.