I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.

When I Had Journeyed Half Of Our Life's Way, I Found Myself Within A Shadowed Forest, For I Had Lost The Path That Does Not Stray.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

Hope Not Ever To See Heaven. I Come To Lead You To The Other Shore; Into The Eternal Darkness; Into Fire And Ice.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil