Dante's Couple

(So this was written quite some time ago. I keep editing it every time I look back on it, but will post it in its present form. It is inspired by the sign posted at the entrance of Dante's Inferno, which was conveniently posted on the door of a couple friends)

Part 1:

By Zeus' mighty arm, I spied a man, with not guile nor charm, bent upon a hill with his wife, ill. A brilliant flash with thunderous crash illuminate actions rash. A bold oath to slay them both so he'd not live to cry. A simple lie to keep them together in the tumultuous weather.

Part 2:

A tisket, a tasket, a journey in a basket to the place of forsaken race. Where men are treated as beef on their way to eternal grief and women lose hope as they learn to cope with the pain for their vain gains. Lucifer's domain.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here,
for ye shall learn to fear.

Hope is no blessing, but a curse. Only evidence of worse, much worse to come. For the sum all the forsaken souls is equal to but one righteous' whole. God's eyes do not blink, but nor do they think to judge a man as a man, instead of a tool in His hand.

Part 3:

A wife lays still. A man becomes ill. A bloodied knife claims a life. Now two. He knew the cost of having lost his life, his wife. His soul departs as his heart breaks in the wakes of despair. He no longer cares. A journey together in order to weather the slaying storm which formed in her heart. A parting act. A death pact.

His soul froze as he witnessed his rose's ascent with the consent of St. Peter, who freed her. Chilling hands wrapped bands about his soul and began to pull. As tears filled his eyes he heard her sighs. He realized his mistake. She had been faking for their sake. Her sinless soul saved to walk the gilded path paved in Heaven. His corrupt corpse condemned to forever dwell in the hushed silence of his own Hell.