Keikyoku unfolds, her petals dread, And the red, red rose upon her breast And upon her lips, and upon her, adorn; And she seizes the wicked and leaves the rest. She kisses the thorns, the bramble and the brier, Leaving ruby read lips Leaving red rimmed eyes Leaving blood red nails traveling through the mire. Keikyoku unfolds, her petals dread, And the miscreant merchants tremble in bed The liars, the thieves, the breakers of dreams She brings her prickly sensations with screams. Both soft and harsh, Hard and pliant, The Bara Oni comes all defiant In the wake of the wailing, The flesh asundered, The demon of thorns comes not failing. Keikyoku unfolds, her petals dread, Often she’ll creep silently into your bed But not stealing dreams, no- That’s for Tora Baku! But…to create new nightmares Where others have been. Bara Oni is harsh Bara Oni is soft Bara Oni is patient Bara Oni will bray. Keikyoku unfolds, her petals dread, She’s growing a path leading to you She’s taking root, in the darkest of places Trailing bloody rivulets along the way. Her needs are simple Her ways are severe Keikyoku unfolds, and her petals are dread.
Part One: The Kitsune-Mochi and Tora Baku
Part Two: He Does Not Dream
Part Three: Kitsune-Mochi and The Bara Oni