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In the style of an English translation of Dante Alighieri's 14th century epic poem "Inferno + Purgatory "write "Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds Wake" where Seamus wakes up alive at his wake being attended by the King of a Celtic Isles & 12 drunken philosopher Knights from the High Court of Tara where he was the Court Jester

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Canto I: Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds Wake

In April's dawn, when winter's chill was spent, Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds did wake, And found himself alive, though laid to rest, Within his wake, surrounded by a throng, Of mourners clad in black with somber mien.

But lo! The King of Celtic Isles was there, With twelve philosopher knights, drunk and bold, From Tara's High Court, where Seamus once Did jest and dance as courtly jester gay.

With puzzled glance, Seamus took his leave, From life's ephemeral slumber, and stood, Amidst the gathered crowd, who gazed in awe, At this most unexpected wondrous sight.

The King, with regal poise and kingly grace, Did raise his goblet high and spoke aloud, "Behold! Our courtly jester, Seamus Bonds, The agent known as 00Zero, lives again!"

The twelve philosophers, drunk with mirth, Did cheer and toast the prodigal return, Of Seamus, courtly fool turned hero true, Whose jests and quips had oft amused the court.

Seamus, dazed and confused, surveyed the scene, And wondered how he came to be alive, At his own wake, amidst the mournful crowd, In the presence of the King and his court.

The King approached with solemn yet kind gaze, And spoke to Seamus with a knowing smile, "O jesting fool, whose wit and wisdom bright, Did light our court with laughter's joyful blaze.

"Your jests did mask a cunning spy's keen mind, Your pranks did hide a secret agent's skill, And now, reborn, you stand among us all, In Tara's court, where wisdom's light doth shine."

Seamus, still bewildered, bowed his head, In reverence to the King and courtly knights, And spoke with gratitude, "My liege and lords, I'm honored by your presence at my wake."

The King, with mirthful twinkle in his eye, Did raise his goblet high and made a toast, "To Seamus Bonds, our courtly jester true, Whose wit and wisdom now shall serve us well."

And thus, Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds, Did wake to life anew at his own wake, In the company of kings and knights so grand, In Tara's court, where destiny did call.

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In the style of an English translation of Dante Alighieri's 14th century epic poem "Inferno + Purgatory "write "Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds Wake" where Seamus wakes up alive at his wake being attended by the King of a Celtic Isles & 12 drunken philosopher Knights from the High Court of Tara where he was the Court Jester

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Sure, here is a poem in the style of an English translation of Dante Alighieri's 14th century epic poem "Inferno + Purgatory " called "Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds Wake":

When Seamus 'Agent 00Zero' Bonds awoke, He found himself in a strange and wondrous place. He was surrounded by a crowd of people, All of whom were dressed in finery.

"Where am I?" Seamus asked. "You are at your wake," one of the people said. "But I'm not dead," Seamus said. "Oh, but you are," the person said. "You were killed in action, and we are here to mourn your passing."

Seamus was confused. He didn't remember dying. But the people around him seemed so sure. He decided to play along.

"Thank you for coming," Seamus said. "It means a lot to me."

The people nodded and continued to mourn. Seamus looked around the room. He saw the King of a Celtic Isles, And 12 drunken philosopher Knights from the High Court of Tara.

Seamus realized that he was in the High Court of Tara. He had been the Court Jester there for many years. He had always enjoyed making people laugh.

But now he was dead. And the people were mourning his passing.

Seamus felt a pang of sadness. He had enjoyed his life. He had made many friends.

But he knew that he had to move on. He had to accept his death.

"Thank you for coming," Seamus said again. "I will miss you all."

The people nodded and continued to mourn. Seamus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He let go of his earthly attachments.

And he moved on to the next life.

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Canto I: Seamus Awakens

In days of old, when fair Eire's isles were bright, And jocund songs filled the emerald night, There lived a jester, Seamus his name, Whose jests were known throughout the land of fame.

One eve, as merriment reached its peak, Seamus' revelry made the rafters creak. He danced and sang with joyous glee, In the court of Tara, the king's decree.

But little did Seamus know that fate Had planned a twist that would alter his state. As night advanced and the stars shone bright, Seamus' laughter turned to eerie fright.

He stumbled, fell, and then he lay, As though in death's embrace he'd sway. The courtly throng in awe did gaze, As Seamus' body remained ablaze.

The king himself, with grief profound, Declared a wake on hallowed ground. And so, in solemn silence, they did pray, As Seamus' body lay on display.

But lo and behold, a wondrous sight, As Seamus stirred and rose with might. He blinked and blinked, not sure if true, His heart with wonderment anew.

Seamus found himself surrounded, By knights and kings with voices resounded. The King of Celtic Isles stood proud, With a twinkle in his eye, so loud.

"Seamus O'Bonds, my loyal jester, Awake you are, a merry gesture. For you have passed to realms unknown, Yet here you stand, flesh, blood, and bone."

Seamus, dazed and full of wonder, Gazed at the knights, all twelve in number. Drunken philosophers, witty and bright, With wisdom gleaming in their sight.

The High Court of Tara had convened, A council formed, or so it seemed. For Seamus' fate, they now did ponder, As he stood among the knights, in wonder.

Canto II: The King's Decree

The King of Celtic Isles, regal and grand, Raised his scepter with a commanding hand. He spoke with authority, voice like thunder, As Seamus wondered, in awe and wonder.

"Seamus O'Bonds, the Court Jester, Though you were thought to be in death's pasture, You've risen, alive and well, A tale that no one can foretell."

The knights, with mugs and flagons raised, Cheered and toasted in jubilant praise. Seamus, still unsure of his fate, Stood in amazement, feeling elate.

The King then spoke, his eyes alight, With a proposition, bold and bright. "We have a quest, a perilous task, That only you, Seamus, can unmask."

"We need an agent, stealthy and sly, To thwart a villain, and none but I, Have seen your skills, your wit and charm, That can protect our kingdom from harm."

Seamus, intrigued by the King's request, Considered the offer with great zest. For a jester turned agent, a daring role, To protect his homeland, his heart's goal.

"I accept, Your Majesty," said he, "Agent 00Zero, I'll gladly be. To serve and safeguard the Celtic land, With sword and wit, at your command."

And so, Seamus' fate was sealed, As he embarked on a quest revealed. To vanquish evil, uphold the right, With the King's decree, and knights' delight.

Canto III: The Quest Begins

Seamus, now Agent 00Zero, Donned his cloak, his heart a hero. He bid farewell to courtly friends, And set off on a quest that

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