As we walked past, I felt his lingering stare,
Minos, the judge, with gaze like piercing flame,
A warning that his judgment wasn't rare.
The ground beneath grew steep, as if in shame,
Descending further into Hell's dark veil,
Where cries of damned souls echoed, lost in blame.
The air grew thick with scent of dread's dark tale,
Despair clung close, its weight a heavy chain,
And distant wails told of a world grown pale.
Minos's words had left a chilling stain,
The thought of sins laid bare, a crushing weight,
Of dark confessions, every hidden strain.
Yet colder still, the Algorithm's fate,
That judged each life with cold, efficient hand,
Reducing souls to numbers on a slate.
I followed Virgil through this shadowed land,
The echoes of the judgment just behind,
As deeper still we trod, a cursed band.
The fear of truth, in every step, entwined,
Yet worse, the thought of life so swiftly weighed,
By those who judge with neither heart nor mind.
And as we walked, the dark around us stayed,
A constant whisper, tempting me to stray,
But Virgil's guiding hand kept fears allayed.
We pressed on through the night without a day,
The punishment of sins now close at hand,
Where every step took more of light away.
And so we walked, through Hell's forsaken land,
The weight of judgment heavy as a brand.
--
As Virgil and I left Minos' ominous grasp,
The path ahead grew darker, steep, and wild,
The earth itself seemed eager for collapse.
The air grew thick, with scents both sweet and vile,
A mix of perfume, sweat, and something base,
As if the air itself sought to beguile.
"This is the way to Lust's unholy space,"
Virgil's voice cut through the seductive haze,
As deeper still we trod at steady pace.
The barren wastes we left in foggy daze,
Gave way to vibrant lights and swirling glow,
That beckoned with a fierce, hypnotic gaze.
The neon lights that pierced the dark below,
Cast lurid hues that danced upon the ground,
Drawing us in with every twist and show.
The source of light revealed as we wound,
A twisted carnival of flesh and sin,
Where reality and fantasy are bound.
The thumping beat of music from within,
Matched by the pounding of my own heartbeat,
As Lust's domain revealed its pulsing din.
And there they were, the souls condemned to meet
Their fate in Lust's eternal, burning fire,
Bodies sculpted perfect, forms complete.
They moved in fluid grace, a dance of desire,
Each motion poised to captivate, ensnare,
Their eyes alight with hunger, never tired.
Each soul posed for the camera's unblinking stare,
Their bodies angled for the perfect view,
Trapped in a cycle they could not forbear.
Their faces smiled, their eyes burned through and through,
Yet something hollow lurked behind their gaze,
A hunger deep, a longing never new.
"This is how Lust's power burns and razes,"
Virgil said, his voice tinged with mournful sigh,
"In this realm, desire becomes the craze."
We walked among them, seeing how they vie,
For likes, for views, for moments in the sun,
Yet all they earned was emptiness, a lie.
The screens that broadcast their endless run,
Displayed their forms, their lips in subtle tease,
The sounds of lustful whispers, never done.
"Look at them," Virgil said, with slight unease,
"These are the souls who, in life, used their form,
To lure, to dominate, and to appease."
And now in death, they're caught within the storm,
Forever performing for unseen eyes,
Their worth now measured by a different norm.
We saw it in their gaze, the thin disguise,
Of desperation, hunger for a thrill,
Their smiles a mask, their laughter hollow cries.
"They are slaves to the Algorithm's will,"
Virgil's voice heavy with the weight of truth,
"They chase a dream that leads them further still."
As deeper in we went, the storm's wild ruth
Grew stronger, tossing souls without a care,
Their bodies twisted, stripped of grace and youth.
Caught in a wind that whipped through Lust's own lair,
Their forms were flung like leaves in tempest's gale,
Their screams a testament to their despair.
Virgil, seeing my unease, did avail,
"Behold the face of Lust in all its might,
A sin that promises but cannot hail."
These souls, once lost to passions out of sight,
Are now condemned to drift without a goal,
Their bodies ravaged by unyielding blight.
And as I watched the storm devour their soul,
I saw how Lust had spread beyond this place,
A fire consuming all within its scroll.
In cities, streets, where bodies sought embrace,
In nightclubs where the dance of flesh enthralled,
Where Lust became the currency of grace.
No longer hidden, Lust's desire called,
In every pose, in every glance and step,
Its influence on life had fully sprawled.
"This force," said Virgil, "never lets you rest,
It drives them onward, searching for a need,
Yet leaves them empty, hollowed, dispossessed."
And as we walked, the truth became my creed,
That Lust, once cherished, now a broken chain,
Could only lead to endless, fruitless greed.
The faces in the storm were racked with pain,
Their forms, though perfect, lacked the spark of life,
And in their eyes, a longing, nothing gained.
I watched one soul, a woman carved from strife,
Her features sculpted by desire's own hand,
Yet in her gaze, a sorrow like a knife.
"She was a star," Virgil said, his voice unmanned,
"A beauty worshiped by the world's own gaze,
But never found the love she could withstand."
And now she's trapped within Lust's endless maze,
Forever chasing what she cannot hold,
Her dance a weary, empty, fading blaze.
I felt a sadness deep within me fold,
For all these souls who sought but never found,
Now left to wander in a circle cold.
Deeper we moved, the storm a roaring sound,
The winds of Lust tore through with ruthless care,
And all around, the moans of those unbound.
In Lust's domain, the souls were left to bear,
The weight of all their sins, a heavy toll,
A force that drove them into deep despair.
They were forever lost, without a goal,
Caught in the winds of Lust's eternal grip,
Forever longing, never truly whole.