Literature
The Seals of the Oni-musume p1
The moon was new,
The night was cold,
Through the bamboo grove did I stroll.
I should not be here,
I should take flight,
The elders spoke of the curse this night.
But her cries to my heart are far worse,
So to the Seal do I traverse.
I come to the clearing and can see,
The Seal written on the stone in front of me.
Her call is strong,
Her call is clear,
But how do I bring her hear?
I would toil,
I would fight,
But there is no clue in sight.
And so I wish,
And so I pray,
But it the end it is all for nay.
I trace the seal for a time,
And come to a place with no line,
With my knife I make it quick,
Breaking the blade for jus