Blanket the iris entrance where the light reflects our progress,
dashing little punctuation clinging to its functions.
Similar deeds are capable your form is nothing special kid,
finding truth and anti keep the sword as closest ally.
People will deceive and trick it's in their basest nature,
sorta hard to be a saint when the devils your next door neighbor.

The Girl looked kinda ditsy but her stare was firm for wear,
she strolled into the nearest town and found a crier there.
Foxily her lips announced, remember this and take account,
our connection is a deep and dark, cherry tree with singing lark.
Continued on to speak, of humans fickle, small and weak
the mountains children gone from peak.
As of now you are not ready, acceptance to the true of family.
Passing me with grace and speed, I glanced a foreign Deity.

Now It's really very fuzzy, she did leave rather quickly,
my
memory and sight of color, lack the proper imagery.
How could this have happened?
I seem to have forgotten,
the beauty of a queen or greater,
that Mushi Master, with eyes of wonder.