Spiderwebs and lanterns filled the hall of the canter, a dark doomwood coffin had buried the banter. Would someone find her? Time would tell. Perhaps this halloween, one would ring her bell. A mysterious and pale figure, asleep in a tomb. Was she good? Was she evil? Did she bring chaos and doom? She stirred, her eyes opened, yet her body didn't move. How awful it was, to be awake and yet in gloom. She toiled and struggled, and counted her blessings. Were she to be set free, For sure she would keep guessing. How many days? Months? Years? She did not know. To the eldest Muramasa, time had ceased to flow. For a good long century, she had taken a nap. What's this? She thought aloud. She heard someone rap.
Someone was stirring about the chamber door, knocking and gritting and making noises against the floor. Had someone come to save her? She supposed time would only tell. To Maido, she hoped, it could be death's knell. Longing for someone to find her and wake her, she wondered whom it would be, a killer? A savior? Did anyone even know that this blood witch was here? How long had it been? She guessed a hundred years. Still though, she struggled, like every other day. It mattered not, for after all, she had a price to pay. Her family had confined her, locked her in a box.
If she had her way, she'd feed them to the fox. She muttered and chanted, willing herself to summon. But nothing came forth, so she hoped a soul to come in. Whom could it be? Someone adventuring out? In the garden of rest, would they scream? Would they shout? She summoned her will, and stared about the chamber briefly. What day was it? She wondered. She was beginning to feel leafy. Adrift in the wind, a leaf that would soar, she wondered aloud, perhaps a dumb boar? Whom could it be that disturbed her sleep?
It didn't matter. The wolf had found sheep.