Hell is but a metaphor,
a stagnant piece of art.
Compared to what resides before
the solar-system’s heart.

A world tormented by its grace
within the giant’s grip.
As solar winds ignite the air
the sane abandon ship.

Mercury the messenger
has wisdom left to tell.
Tread not the nameless path alone;
beware the mortal spell.

– J.S.Worth