The road winds its way,
Coiled like a constrictor
Around a rocky summit
That peaks at despair.
The higher one climbs
The giant monstrosity,
The further the distance
Of one’s impending fall.
The road narrows greatly
Into a gnarled pathway,
Becoming treacherous
And impassible to travel.
Where shall it lead to,
Where shall it all end?
There is no end to it,
This voyage de l\'enfer.