In the land of the rising sun There is a legend, a tale of fun About a ghostly maiden, a spirit of the night Who appears to travelers, a most eerie sight

She is said to roam the roads and trails Dressed in a kimono, her hair in braids She seems lost, alone, her eyes full of sorrow As she searches for something, a memory to follow

Some say she died young, in a tragic event And now she haunts the earth, repent For a love unrequited, a heart unfulfilled But others claim she is simply a curious spirit, her story still

Unwritten, her past unknown But she roams the land, a ghost fully grown Of what she once was, a maiden so fair But now she's a mystery, a puzzle to be solved, a dare

To those brave enough to seek her out To those curious enough to listen to her shout For answers, for help, for a way to move on But beware, for she may lead you astray, before dawn.