The stealthy ninja climbs the concrete pillar
He hones his skills, the expert fulfiller
Treading upon both vine and stone
Kinsha trains upon the Ruins alone

A morning glory grows on the slab
The kunai thrown, the flower stabbed
With a cling and a clash, line in crosshair
He catches the bud as it drifts through the air

The ninja now sits, the flower in grasp
A sigh now heavy, he releases his clasp
So severed bloom now flutters away
To land almost perfectly on an unmarked grave

The ninja now sits much like a gargoyle
While below something shifts in the soil
And soon the dearly departed arrive
Their dirt and snow covered bodies revived

They look to one another, their eyes of death
And now spot the one who draws his breath
Eight deceased deer now climb the ruined shrine
To meet the silent ninja of living tine

He spots their movements with sudden surprise
These eight enemies who surely seek his demise
Kinsha rises from his stance, and with a bound
Backflips off the stone and lands on the ground

The dead ones soon follow, their intent unclear
But the ninja did not wish to be a meal to these deer
So with swift hoof and nerves on edge
He raced across the Forest, past tree and hedge

Here chased Roe with eyes black as night
Her vision locked on the ninja’s flight
And close was Trunks, the spirit of the land
The chase easy for his legs to withstand

Soon followed zombies, Valentine and Birth
Unstoppable forces that now walked this Earth
After the ninja was also Brynhried
Who could easily match Kinsha’s speed

Ghost Fawn and Shyla pursued together
Their bodies swift and light as a feather
Laghodessa was the last of the ghost pack
Though the ninja was easy for her to track

The eight closed in on the fleeing stag
And carelessly his hoof caught a snag
He toppled and tumbled, until he was caught
Surrounding him now were those that rot

Kinsha shut his eyes and accepted his fate
That this end would be met by these eight
One last failure, one last fatal error
He only wished he was met with less terror

But words spoken softly, and with hearts tender
The ghosts questioned the meaning of his surrender
For they only wished to thank him for the kind act
Of remembering them this Christmas that had been lacked

The ninja looked to them with a tilt of his head
And asked what he had done to honor these dead
And it was Ghost Fawn who presented that hour
The given gift, the morning glory flower

And so to this day, the song is sung
To every ear from every tongue
Of the ninja who virtue increased
By remembering those who had deceased

Story to remember, lesson to learn
The ninja’s compassion we must yearn
Remember the dead this Christmas Eve
Whose sorrow and suffering we will reprieve