Tomino's Hell Poem In English Novels & Stories

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.

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.

Dominic looked at her while raising his eyebrow. .... .... ..... After all, there’s no need to say anything at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a wedgewood plate Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across the sky. My heart is humming a tune I haven’t heard in years! Quiet’s cool flesh— let’s sniff and eat it. There are ways to make of the moment .... ... .... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️..

He described himself as evil. His poems disturbed her, made her feel sad for the way he saw and described himself. What made him think like this? There was so much pain and sadness in his words. So much loneliness. Angelica kept turning pages reading his poems one after the other. On the last page she found his last poem. Monster, is what they call me Evil, is all I am known to be Now I shall be punished for my deeds Someone like me is not what the world needs They say my heart bleeds

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

"A sinful remedy, An evil enemy that grants false clarity. Once you start, it grips your soul, You cannot escape; it's in control. life's problems disappear, The world becomes a paradise, free of pain and all fear, Sedated under a spell as you drift away, Forgetting the fact that there's a price to pay Your bodystarts shaking, your beart's now aching: Your bead starts spinning, the world turns blurry, Limbs go numb, and you start to worry, You scream and cry, but no ones near, motionless, overwbelmed with Endless fear. you fade away and see the light, addiction claims your soul tonight" Zack starred at me, almost like captivated by my words. I could feel how touched he was by the poem. "That