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His steel katanaCleaves its wayThrough air swiftlyLike a dragonflyThrough would-beThieves and killersWith their lustfulEyes set on aSingle woman in aCrimson silk kimonoCarnation-pink sashAround her waistAlone and defencelessBut primarily onHer ribboned purseFull of ryo— A stillborn crime—A bright streamOf loosened blood—A scattered messOf dead fools—The lone samuraiOn horsebackRides off, hoofbeatsKicking upContinue Reading

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I was summoned from the void by a witch named SuzanneWho named me, faced execution in her village in Scotland.Her daughter Deborah was spared, taken to safety in Holland,Her own power grew under the watch of a Talamasca man,Whom she, as an adult, came to seduce—A numinous legacy bound toContinue Reading