人面樹
A tree contorting carmine faces for bark,
Eyes agape and grin too wide
Slobbering over the promise of fear.
Plunged to the underworld,
Caverns venturing through mind-sense lined
With pores and dangling glands.
At their heart pulsed a ruby-fruit
Glowing under writhing vines.
- - -
The thespian drew down his smirking mask;
Beneath stood a sullen wordless man
Half turned away, vaulted by the centuries.
I threw my names, a boast and a ward—
But the wan had taken his voice.
A still from Nioh 2, taken by it’smatthiask on alphacoders
Dazaifu/Futamata Shrine, Nioh OST