This twisted Tale is attributed to 19th Century Japanese Author Saijo Yaso. It's origins were said to come from a ''fever dream'' that Yaso had. Once published – it was said – that WHOEVER spoke it ''aloud'', would be Cursed. As such, all manner of pain and tragedy will befall them until they died a ''horrible death''. Hidden away for many years, it would come to light in the 1930s. So ''Read'' The Tale of ''Tomino''....After all, such things aren't real, ARE THEY?
''TOMINO'S HELL''
Elder Sister vomits blood.
Younger Sister's breathing Fire
while sweet Little Tomino just spits up jewels.
All alone does Tomino go falling into Hell.
A Hell of utter Darkness, without even Flowers.
Is Tomino's Big Sister the One who Whips Him?
The purpose of The Scourging hangs dark in His mind.
Laughing and thrashing at Him, Ah!
But never quite shattering.
One sure Path to Hell, The Eternal Hell.
Into the Blackest of Hells,
Guide Him now I Pray -
To the Golden Sleep of The Nightingale.
How much did He put into that leather pouch
to prepare for His trek to Hell?
Spring is coming, to The Valley, to The Wood
to the spiraling chasms of the Blackest Hell.
The Nightingale in Her Cage,
The Sheep aboard The Wagon.
And tears welling up in the eyes of Little Tomino.
Sing Nightinggale, in the vast and misty Forest,
He screams, but only misses His Little Sister.
His wailing desperation echoes throughout Hell,
a Foxy Penoy opens it's Golden petals.
Down past The Seven Mountains and The Seven Rivers of Hell,
The solitary journey of Sweet Little Tomino.
If in Hell They can be found,
may then They come to me, Please -
These sharp spikes of punishments from The Needle Mountains.
No just on some empty whim is the Flesh pierced with blood-red Pins,
They serve as Hellish signposts for Sweet Little Tomino.
