adamdaniel

The Deepest Hell

The deepest hell is mill pond still—
No light can enter there,
No happiness, nay, nor regret,
Dost filter through the air,

The wavelets, ever lapping, come,
And dance against the reef,
Against the husk of yesterday—
A dalliance so brief,

The deepest hell is bottomless,
No ending to this plight,
Yea, only blanket solitude,
And lurkers in the night,

The stone cold hands of dead men passed,
Now sunken in the fray,
Their crystal tears from bitter years,
Consumed by inert clay,

The deepest hell contains one soul,
For whom there is no hope,
An ever-living, ever-dying,
Man who could not cope…

So plunging downward, ever downward,
In perdition’s tide,
A whirlwind quick momentum,
Cast his former life aside,

To render then the deepest hell,
Where Christ can never look—
The valley of the shadow which,
The book of life forsook…

The deepest hell is void of hope,
A vortex to damnation,
A funerary ritual,
In ceaseless animation,

The deepest hell is come to claim,
All spirits sore condemned—
Yea, jettisoned from heaven’s touch,
And by stark hellfire hemmed,

The deepest hell is like a well;
It’s infinitely deep,
The heavy toll of Christ’s control,
—the dross he could not keep,

The deepest hell is filled with fear,
And spiteful mockery,
The price or pride — perdition’s tide,
Out to the thankless sea,

The deepest hell is necessary,
To assert God’s law,
That none should marry Christ unless,
His heart be pure and sure,

The scales above, with feather weight,
To test the suitor’s worth,
And if the heart be skew or false?
—a cycle of rebirth,

The deepest hell is Maya’s net—
Delusion and dismay,
A honey sweet but poisoned treat,
To hold us in its sway,

The deepest hell is body-wracking—
Sinful forces churning,
Twisted faces, leering long,
And trapped in hell scapes burning,

The deepest hell — the father’s house,
Upended and inverted,
Plunged into the blackened dirt,
Eternally perverted…

AD Lovkis, 23/07/25