At the midpoint on the journey of life,
I found myself in a dark forest,
for the clear path was lost.
I cannot well recount
how I entered the wood,
so long had it been
since I abandoned the true way.
How shall I say what a dreary
and horrid wood it was?
So bitter to endure that death itself
would be but little worse.
Several times upon my journey home,
I had sensed an unseen rider
trailing my steed.
Yet, when I approached, the rider vanished,
leaving no trace.
I feared this figure as an evil omen.
All my life I've known such signs
and portents.
Dante's Inferno (2010)
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