A Child's Guardian: the Epic of Nise no Mujitsu (Verse 3: Banishment, Salvation and Heartbreak)

as the years go by
the boys parents wonder why
he still plays with a doll, a passion of no real guy
they confront the child, their words so harsh they burn
he cries, but she does naught in turn
her disguise as a doll seeming to return
a mistake that soon does earn
her a prison of glass as the parents take her away
and place her within a dome where she is meant to stay
until they see their son can belay
his bond with this feminine doll
and thus from the arms of weakness fall
so among his fellow men he may stand tall

as months she spends in her prison of glass
a tear falls from her eye for each day to pass
away from the one she loves so much
easy to see, yet impossible to touch
her heart, it yearns for his caress
once again in his arms to be pressed
she screams inside her clear dome
but no sound escapes her torturous home
she pounds the glass with all her might
but no crack appears, however slight
she scratches with her fingers as hard as she can
but her prison remains the same as when she began

there she remains, a sight to see
full of sorrow for what could be
if only she was set free
until one cold night, as her loved one sleeps
a malicious man through the window creeps
a knife in his hand, a look of malice on his face
his intentions easy for any to place
he sneaks over to the child’s bed
a cheap-made cowl disguising his head
and licks his lips like a beast about to be fed
as he sneaks, his footsteps silent
his knife raised in a pose most violent
she tries to scream a warning to her child
but as before her prison reviled
keeps the sound from reaching his ear
but fortunately an obstacle does appear
and as  the man gets close to the boy, his fate so near
he steps on a toy, a squeaker no less
thus accidentally he does confess
his presence hear his intended prey
causing the child to run screaming away

the pursuit that follows is long and loud
as the child runs throughout the house, no safety allowed
as he runs to his parent’s room
they  stand ready, faces full of fear and gloom
the mother tries to swing a broom
but the man dodges and with one quick swing of his knife
makes the blood run from this noble wife
in seconds ending her life
the father is next, his mind enraged
by the life of his beloved, now disengaged
he fights with fury, his muscles tight
but he soon too falls on his darkest night
fore his no match for this villain’s might

one last chance the frantic child sees
thus with all his effort he flees
back to his friend, the doll he tries to appease
the villain laughs at this pathetic display
as the child begins to beg and pray
for his beloved to be set free some way
she pounds the glass as the enemy nears
the end of her boy she terribly fears
she tries her hardest, then even more
her heart beating stronger for her amour
with each frenzied, heroic impact upon the glass
her right arm chips away until at last
as the would-be killer tries to strike
her hand breaks through as a hellish spike
the glass shatters, its pieces rain
onto the man’s head causing searing pain
she lands on top of this vile man
and with all the strength she can
she pins him to the floor
so he can harm no one anymore

her face, it splits as her rage pours
within can be seen a darkness all life abhors
her joints become bathed in a crimson red
thus she appears like the demonic dead
her smile contorts to a devilish grin
as her punishment of this man does begin
from his body, his soul begins to depart
stopping briefly as she stabs his heart
a burn of fire worse than all of hell
then within the man does swell
she then utters words known to her victims all too well
thus on his face they do compel
a look of horror as he begs for an end to strife
but to no avail as she ends his putrid life
swallowing his spirit whole
taking it as her dark toll

she then rises and sees the fear
in the boy she holds ever so dear
she tries to comfort, but ‘tis all in vain
as to him there is no way to explain
how such a beautiful doll could cause such pain
thus he runs, leaving her alone again
never once does the boy return
the wound he leaves in her heart an eternal burn
a feeling, a hurt with consequences most dire
to all those in the future, who pique her sweet desire