I feel my regret,
Breathing down my back,
As I stand upon a mountain so tall,
So contrary to me,
For I am so small.
No one has honor,
Just brutality true,
Yet I have some style,
Which may be revealed to you.
But first my tale,
My tale of woe,
That led Kurama from friend to foe,
And led me to the path of friends,
To the path of hidden respect.

The only one who cared,
The one that I knew,
I lost her long ago,
And was then filled with rue.
Nothing could fill me
With such blissful joy,
As the young Yukina,
Frail as a child's toy.
Her tears made of jewels,
Her manner so sweet,
And her kindness toward fools.

Yet soon my sister
Was taken away,
And I made a rash choice.
I acquired an eye,
A third to my two,
And suffered true pain,
To quell my heart's rue.

"'Tis not what you see,
But what you scream,"
Said a strange voice to me.
Nothing told me to do it,
Except for my sorrows.
This way I could see her,
This way I could watch her grow.
That way I would always know
Where she went and where I should go.

Yet I made a promise never to tell,
And we both went our ways,
Saying farewell.
This little story is but the first part of my tale.