Uncertain moves.
Letting instinct choose,
being blind to certain horrors,
that which taint one's prideful honor.

Sister of blades, release my soul
free me of pain, a hundredfold...
take me away, from heart's cold.

Geisha of spades, take my hope,
so I might once again cope,
with the people I have lost,
and left behind..

Mistress of aid, light my mind.
Direction is what I ask,
to cease being blind,
and see past her deceitful mask.

Goddesses of truth, in you I trust.
Do what you must.
The future, I know, will be just.