Katana kissing bloodied neck, you're asked
About your links to ten dons and to chains
By this umbrella wielder who is tasked
To steal your every secret through sharp pains.
Your pocket heavy with the auction loot
Is emptied when the schemes of Fun Fun Cloth
Are broken down like teeth beneath his boot
With brutal blows in hideout danger-fraught.
A man in collared fur requests your name
Then makes you lay your palm upon his book;
His tranquil tone belies his twisted game,
Does not reveal the treasure that he took.
A shadow beast is predator elsewhere
But only prey to spiders in their lair.