In the silent woods of the Aokighara,
The sucide forest of Japanese gala .
Lives a woman reknowed for her appeal and beauty
Dareth any man,
Who did his duty
As travelers would say
Every man who went away ,
Was by her, swayed
The witch of the woods was she called
In the walls of the nearby fotress of Hachioji,
Lies her corpse walled.
The same walls which sing a tale,
Of her lost values , betrayals, ****** and escalades.
And of a just king,
Who had her walled to administer justice.
Even after her long demise,
She wanders the premise
In search of her new prey
So tell thou traveller wish to go for searching the way