MyLittle Marionette Disclaimer: I do not own Tenchi Muyo. My Little Marionette In fear they tread for many are dead. And rumors they spread bring hush. An evil so great none can berate the dastardly devil from hell's darkest pit. A stocker of the night, you better run in fright for the sound of her name is the reason she came. Her shadow will fall over the land and all her eyes glowing fiercely in fiery blaze. Yes, this is she from the mist; the one with an iron fist. They call her to fight, this Ryoko of the night. And in the back hiding in the night, he stands watching in his delight. His little marionette has done it again and he still had his fun in the end. With a grin and a wave of his cape, he was gone to the wind. What a shame to have the blame. And as the flame extinguished in her eye she couldn't help but wonder why? As she watched the blazing roofs mourn she gazes forlorn, at the devastation adding to her misery... a solitary tear escapes in flight, a tear begging for freedom... freedom from the night.