Step I: The Pose

Himemiya
the name it slips
straight past the lips and thru the hips
so tightly wound in her embrace
from man to man; from face to face

A whore? In truth, a visaged doll
a friend who nurtured death withall;
a lie a taint a witch a heart
Once broken, found she still could....

what? reluctance? do you regret what you have done?
do you hate me now, Anthy, is that it?

no.

slowly, she hands the sword to him.