鬼夜叉

He shouldn’t have approached her.

A ghoul lurking in darkness deep,

Base, foul, and tainted was he…

To flee a past he could no longer bear,

All was forgot, till their eyes met.

She lifted his spirit, brought smile to his lips,

In the abyss profound, she became his all.

For her sake, if sun did sear flesh and rive soul apart, he bore it willing in heart.

To claim her, keep her, have her as his own,

He craved power’s surge, charmed by the shaman’s croon.

Little did he know such might also steal her from his world…

* * *

She shouldn’t have approached him.

A gatekeeper of Shaman Village was she,

Bound by duty to maintain the barrier’s seal,

Lonely till her eyes met his…

Knowing well what fate forbids,

Her hand reached out to him, defying the bids.

He, the one who cared for her with love untainted.

Moments in the mistwood, both sweet and dark,

Simplicity entwined with secrets stark.

Beside him she yearned to reside, yet fate’s decree,

For his sake, she released him, embracing solitude as the fee…