Eternal Night of the Youkai

The lanterns flicker in the pitch of night. Shadows twist and

crawl, a ghostly sight. They cry, they scream, they claw the

air. A hundred souls with a thousand stares. Under the moon's

pale, wicked grin. Where does their torment end or begin?

Youkai, Youkai, they're bound to roam. No peace,

no rest, no way back home. Tormented spirits cursed to stay.

Eternal night, no break of day. A whisper scratches through the bamboo

grove. The wind carries tales of what they once wove. Regret hangs heavy,