Current poems in progress...

In the center of the moonlit garden
the children of the village gather to hear the bard's tale.
The old man, dressed in green peasant attire,
reveals his battered and worn harp to the crowd.
Through his cracked, thin rimmed glasses
he sees the many faces staring at him with anticipation.
A smile forms on his withered lips,
as he opens his mouth to share his story.
"There was a legend of long ago, six sisters reigned free
each fair skinned, affectionate, and protective of the people.
Kasai, The oldest, was said to be the fiercest women alive.
Mizu, the next in line, was as beautiful as the flowing streams.
Kuro was the most mysterious, and yet she was no less kind hearted.
Ranpu was too childish to care about problems
Uindo was too free spirited, but she was loving nevertheless.
and Itonami was the fairest of all.
As the old man was telling his story,
a villager shouted out in complaint.
"Do you dare corrupt our children with lies?"