The Wolf of Mibu
About Saitou Hajime

Rustling in the forest
Through the night he prowls
Searching for a victim
To sharpen his claws upon

Face, pale and hollow,
From hunger and want of blood
Eyes, two golden embers
Narrow and deadly, they gaze

Teeth as sharp as daggers
Longing for the kill
The moon rises high above him
The river runs red with blood

He has satisfied his hunger
His smile's a bloody grin
Though no one's alive to see
He blends into the night

The wolf of Mibu