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Singing an entwining song of peace, forever snared in strife, a constant force of woe and anguish, a continuing tale of love .
Join the Struggle
He shall hide and protect me,
Just like clouds sheltering the moon,
In a hazy sky.

Princess, Princess,
Why are you scared?

In the far off reaches,
Of the highest mountains,
I hear the cries of a Demon boy.

That if women truely are as fickle,
As the phases of the moon,
Then surely, I shall capture and devour her.

Princess, Princess,
Why do you cry?

In a forest painted,
By the setting sun,
I made a promise to a Demon boy.

That when the full moon,
Ascends the sky in ten,
I'll become his bride.

Princess, Princess,
Why do you laugh?

Behind a veil of bamboo blinds,
The minister explains that he'll hide and protect me,
Just like the clouds do the moon in a hazy sky.

Princess, Princess,
Why are you scared?

In the far off reaches,
Of the highest mountains,
I hear the cries of a Demon boy:

That if women are truely,
As fickle as the phases of the moon,
Then surely I shall capture and devour her.

                                                                -Cresent Moon, by Haruko Iida
"Descendant of the princess. It's not pain and suffering I wish for you...it's death."
"I wish time would just stop..please stop."
Oboro: A Hazy moon, light, shadow, cloud or gaze. Something vague.