Novelas y relatos de Tomino's Hell Poem In English

I look like a shell of a girl. Is this just another kind of hell?

Tom's POV "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I muttered as I stormed into the study, my body trembling like a damned leaf in autumn. What the hell? What the actual hell? I could see it all over again, playing over and over in my damned mind. Barlow. The gun. The kid on the floor. The blood around him. Dammit!

Let fever scorch their brittle veins, Let madness dance within their brains. No rain shall fall upon their land, No mercy in the sky’s dry hand. Their wells run dry, their throats will crack, No drop of life to bring them back. Let hunger hollow every cheek, And strength to flee grow frail and weak. Fire rise, and earth consume, Turn their lands into a tomb. By shadow’s will, by night’s decree, So burned, so cursed, so mote it be.

He began to recite a section of the poem word for word. “But first, on earth as vampires sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent Then ghastly haunt thy native place And suck the blood of all thy race There from daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must fee thy livid living corse Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

The windows, grimacing with broken glass, bore witness to the struggles endured within, their jagged edges reflecting shattered illusions of prosperity. Children played in the dirt-ridden alleyways, their laughter mingling with the faint echo of distant gunshots, creating a dissonant symphony of innocence and menace. It was in this juxtaposition that the true nature of Hell's Gaze revealed itself – a place where shadows danced with despair, their macabre waltz leading the residents deeper into the abyss.

With a command that echoed through every soul in the abyss. "COME TO ME, MY SON."