I once had a student
Who would sit alone in his house at night
Shivering with worries
and fears,
And, come morning,
He would often look as though
He had been raped
By a ghost
Then one day my pity
Crafted for him a knife
From my own divine sword.
Since then,
I have become very proud
Of this student.
For now, come night,
Not only has he lost his fear,
Now he goes out
Just looking for
Trouble.
