Attention: "Witch Hunter Robin" is under the copyright of Sunrise/Bandai Visual/Bandai Entertainment.
A/N: This is a poem I wrote so that I could practice writing better descriptions for my fan-fiction. The title of the poem comes from a band of the same name. It is from Robin's POV, although I leave the speaker's identity anonymous. It explores Robin's internal voice (almost in a stream-of-consciousness way) during a hunt and in the aftermath, when she knows her true identity and Solomon's true face. Possible spoilers for those who haven't seen the entire series, but any spoilers included are very vague. Reviews are welcome, as usual.
Unto Ashes
The
brightest flame burns quickest…
Fury boils under flushing skin
The world is swallowed in livid red
And heat courses through pulsating veins
A wreath of insatiable fire coils through
the night air
A heap of grey embers falls to the dusty ground
A hush envelops the shadowy Earth
"I
will not forgive you"
The taste of revulsion is as bitter as ash on the
tongue
It is finished
From
dust you came
And to dust you will return…
Echoes of a past that watch
From the distant horizon, ever encroaching
Secrets, deception, hypocrisy
Have replaced naïve memories
Forgiveness, piety, trust…all are shattered
Their fragile existences
Decimated with the shrieks
Of a multitude of witches
Cocytus…
The ninth circle of Hell
The destination of traitors
Who commit crimes against their own kind,
Their own family
Redemption
Trust
Hope…
Hope remains amongst the ashes of the past
Find solace in the destiny
That Fortuna has bestowed