Hell or glory, I don't want anything in between

Or to be left alone without any means

I can't see why you're so fearful of Hell,

I've heard it isn't so bad apart from the smell

Of decaying ambition and cancerous hope,

And sullen, gray men who sit on the rims and mope,

If glory be stolen by my own sin of sloth,

Then damn me to Hell in a monk's cloth

Hell or Glory, I don't want anything in between.

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A series of abstract poems I'll be writing. They will gradually build a fantasy world.

Prologue: Abstract(The first poem.)

Epilogue: Windmill Dancer, Aside Lucifer's Clock

All other poems are the story as described by the protagonist. Regardless, read it in order of chapters. This is how I intended it.

Any building or structure noted in the story can be considered a character of some kind.

updated Jan 17 '11 by Flynn