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 l
