There are some very simple ways to Hell,
but none are for the living. It is hard
to leave the sunlit lands. There is a guard
not only at the Gate; the paths as well
are policed. He found the journey was so long
that he grew tired as death, and could not sleep
and staggered on. The way down is so steep
and each guard needed pleasing with a song
and he would have grown hoarse, but had to please
the guards with songs of innocence and love,
the harmless pleasures of the world above.
He had not thought such monsters could find peace
in such – gryphons and chimeras and weres –
could rest and lay aside their savage cares.