The Portrait of Yūrei

Through the haze of this lightless life,

Upon my Reikon eyes,

I seek, If not my utmost revenge,

Perhaps my beloved instead?

Did I not fade in quick peace?

From a life that I could not remember,

In my black Katabira,

Where the cold are seams into me,

I shall roam this vast empty space,

Forever,

As my Hitodama would say,

Eternity,

As a Yūrei,

Immortal,

In this purgatory,

Poem Dewi




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