If she wanted her life she knew to summon the yokai before me and when she did my heart stopped for only a second at the sight of my once true love. I could finally see all nine of her tails her bewitching eyes trying to cast their spell back upon me and yet I knew better. Oh no hun I wasn't going to fall under your enchantment again. She giggled trying to reach for me and I dodged her hand snapping it away with tearful eyes, your a monster, a heartless beast and you broken your last heart. But she seem to not be fazed by my words or tears and yet little did she know the voice of reason just went out my head; so now I'm just retaliating on pure impulse and now she'll see , better yet feel. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned and my once beloved I'm going to send both our souls to the inferno. Forgot becoming a Hitodama (Human Soul) that float about at night I rather become an Onibi ( Ghost Light) better yet an Inka ( shadow fire). I will never forgive you , I will never forget and I'll always hold this deep grudge against you. I'll send us both to hell in a hand basket; may Great King Enma have mercy on my soul. I did some studying for I was always told knowledge is power so with this studded two-handed war club I'm going to bash that heart of yours ; bash it until it's no more. Destroy the beast's heart and it will die. No more holding back ; no regrets and I'm going to slay the Kumiho right here and now. A thwack to the side make her drop to the ground, a thwack to the right arm to make it useless and now let me see those eyes I once adored. Please don't tell me your sorry now for you had times before to stop this way before we got to the chaos. The only question on my mind now is ; if I should show mercy with a thwack to the head to make your gruesome demise less painful. Know hun I loved you and you keep saying and telling me you will always love me and no one can take that from you; not even me. My reply to that as I rise my kanabo up high ; maybe next life you won't be such a fiend or better yet you won't be born in the red Light District and you'll learn to love for real; Farewell, farewell Keomi . I ask again Great King Enma , I ask have mercy upon me ; for I choose revenge.
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Kumiho and I
PoetryA confession by a once shrine maiden to free her soul from the wrath of the Great King Enma when she let love change her.