Call me not graceless;
For it is true that I,
saw the hope of sunlight,
in this demon sky.
But the moon holds lost souls,
and hellfire is heavenache.
So all is justified
in the risks I do and do not take.
A refusal to do harm
to those bathed in holy light
but an acceptance of a mentor
with unspoken devil-blights.
A kinship with the damned,
cries of caution to the air.
Callings to a friendship
composed of dust and neverwhere.
But betrayal has beshaken me
and bought me to the ground,
only thoughts of retribution
will bring my black heart round.
To the freedom that it longs for,
to the pleasure I won't share.
Yes, I can taste the sweet vengeance:
demon hearts and angel hair.

---The Ninja