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TruceIzayoi made her way through the rapidly darkening wilderness that surrounded her for the past few hours. Occasionally she tripped and fell, her travelling yukata getting caught up in a random twig and tearing. It has been the tenth day of her journey and her provisions were running dangerously low. Izayoi has already filled her bamboo flask with fresh stream water countless times but, being unable to hunt and provide for herself in the wilderness, lived on nuts and roots for the past three days.Three months have passed since the human princess last seen the daiyoukai and much has changed in her young life since. For one thing, three weeks after he left her naked on her bedchamber floor she discovered that she was with child. After being violently ill and fatigued for seven days, Izayoi began to worry. The fact that her blood cycle failed to visit her as it did on a regular monthly basis, did not help her state of agitation. When her dainty little breasts seemed to increase their
DoubtsIf there should ever cease to be,A love most passionate for me,And all my flames and my desires,Should turn to stone instead of fire,All the emotions made 'to lead –These are the horrors that I dread.If all of these should come to be,Then take my blood and heart from me,But leave my mind least I forget,What my most wretched doubt begatAnd let me wallow in my grief;For what is there in life so brief,If heart's desires turn to dust,If without passion, without lust,I linger on – for such is fate;I'd rather die, than be so lateTo love you fully – as you've earned.It seems my heart is yet not stone,For I still feel, and keenly so,I must move on, I've miles to go,For there is hope; they say it's lastTo die - I must be at my bestAnd try to sense, and maybe seeThat not all's dead and gone for me,I may yet rally, pass the test,Rekindle fire in my breastAnd live; perhaps for many years,Without much worries, doubts and fears,With easy heart and lucky
The Passion Burns Within MeThe passion burns within me, strong,And even though I know it's wrong,I cannot hold myself for long,I must soon act upon it.The tension rises from within,And pangs of yearning soon beginTo leave their mark upon my skin,And yet, I do condone it.I yearn, I want, I long, I crave,These feelings lead me to my grave,And yet I can't but misbehave,I always wished to own it.So come and feast with me tonight,It is your duty and your right,Come lie with me, my loveless knight,And let us both enjoy it.
LamentMy love, I've waited six long years,I've dreamed of life that was to come,You've hesitated, many fearsHave pushed you to resist and run. *My love, at last you did relent,We've dreamed of burning bridges high,The years of war apart were spent,But their sweet end was drawing nigh. *My love, we have conceived a child,You've dreamt of waves of golden locks,We've been consumed by passion wild;shared many thoughts and many talks. *My love, life is the cruelest fiend,I dream of you, now, every night,Most precious love, I wept and keened,And you were buried with my heart.