Imprisoned for centuries, locked away in a limbo.
The restless spirit released, unleashed upon the world at large.
Immediate chaos, as the creature was made to do.
Voices of the humans stolen, bodies of the humans broken.
A captor of the restless spirits, fighting to undo the creature's work.
All was set right, the spirit imprisoned, enslaved by the Captor.
Freedom stolen, form entrapped within a harmless shape.
The unruly spirit would not be held, it broke from it's prison,
free again to wreak havoc upon the world.
The spirit bargained, compromised for his freedom.
The Captor, lenient and kind, agreed and let loose the spirit.
However, the specter was trapped,
free but unable to perform the task he was created for.
And so he lived, kept leashed to the Captor.
A peaceful soul, corrupted by evil, threatened the balance of the world.
The Captors battled, fought, and lost to the spirit.
The captive spirit fought and lost, then reasoned and talked.
Both spirits outcasts, separated from the world.
Both spirits created, not born of this earth.
None with a family, none with a reason for their unnatural life.
The captive spirit, corrupted by hate, turned on his Master,
the warrior, the child of the cherry blossoms.
Now a captive of hate, not the Captor.
Confused, afraid, lost in turmoil.
The spirit locked himself into his prison of his own will.
Drifting in limbo, lost with his created soul in a world of pain.
The captive spirit, sick at a heart not of natural birth.
He was not content, not at peace. What would sate his tortured mind?
The life, the acceptance he craved. A world just out of reach, separated for eternity.
How could the creature of immortal voice be calmed?
Both human and beast, nor of both worlds does he belong.
Created by magic, by a man who controlled the very elements.
Created not of natural ways, but of the paranormal.
A powerful creature, victim to his own confusion.
What can calm a soul of unearthly origin.