He told you what path to take and what to avoid,
so that the Infeno could not have singed
you. I hope he was not annoyed
that against him you had infringed.
You just wanted to see barefoot Beatrice;
presumably the whole request
was not simply an odious
ruse to just get something off your chest.
Over fourteen thousand lines
in terza rima clad;
not one in all that it undermines
the reader with "I feel bad."
Starward