As he walked along the path

A path that swerved from destra to sinistra

As suddenly, a hole opened near his foot

And a gnarled arm went up and grabbed

And dragged him down to the underground

But as he was dragged through layers thick

He was left by devils hand in cerchio cinque

And how easy it is

To get lost in the bosom of the underworld

But with only his mind and cross to guide

He somehow went and travelled to cerchio uno

And there he was stuck in the gardens of Hell

For the cross across his neck didn’t protect

From powers both infernal and lustfull

For he took a pomergranite from a tree and with a single bite broke

Both his promises but mortal

That fled his bossing like his broken cross