My little take on the grove. Slight mention of Crysania.

In the dark of Shoikan Grove

The ghostly trees shall moan

The hands, bone white, shall strive

To kill, the visitors unknown



In the dark of Shoikan Grove

A black and dark jewel rests

Tower from which a black robe dove

Into the dark and silent depths.



In the dark of Shoikan Grove

The pure and white bird dies

Swalled by those she tried to loathe

While the black moon rises.