Hell's Mouth.

Welcome could not be the word When visitors first encounter This mouth of Hell. These seeming absurdly high Dourly cascading cliffs Fall wildly to terrible turbulence. With fiendish passionate cries Gulls scream, as if hating Any but themselves in this place. In creating a foaming eye Of violent white, the elements Stake their claim then dissipate.. Broiling foam perpetually stirs To heighten human fear, Which, no nearer than here In this place negates the claim That this we can but steer Into something which earns Us a painless end. If escaping from drear, droning Life is our aim, we clearly see That jumps do not lead to escape From these dreadful rocks. Bulwarking shapes will appear To repress the watery sea. Yet with each spuming spray They ruggedly rear and seem To shout, 'Keep away' lest Our longed-for freedom Of imminent end disappears. Columnular strength, terrible Beauty of savagery which cannot Be assuaged, behaving too well With misleading dignity. When Plunging into the gape we think We are escaping, - - but Hell Hath no fury like this mouth. The warning is strong with advice To keep out and away from This awesome place. but Some are not always so wise.... Precipitous cliffs along the Cornish Coast Otherwise known as Suicide Drop..... .