Ramayama
The battle is at hand
Both God and demon make their stand
The hero fights for honor and his bride
The villain boasts his foolish pride
Drinking Alone With the Moon
The poet pens his adorations
Underneath the moon's vibrations
Three is company, or so they say
Man, Shadow, and Moon drink before the day
Basho
Inspiration to my sensei
His words at constant play
Journey far and wide, oh wise one
Across the land of the rising sun
Mirabai
Sweet lovesick maiden of Krishna
You sing songs of praise and worship
The villagers don't understand, though,
The nature of your courtship
Sunjata
Ancient "mean girl" behaviors appear
The young bride sheds a tear
Always judging one another
Instead of encouraging the Other
Petrarch
Always pining for your lady fair
How you wish to stroke her hair
Alas, she no longer breathes life
Fulling your soul with great strife
Sor Juana
Sister in Christ, patron saint of feminism
Your words too soon for the patriarchy's liking
To you we owe gratitude for your wisdom
The message you left was striking
Chandara's Punishment
He used you as a scapegoat
To save his brother's honor
Now your husband must reap what he's sown
As you face your final horror
In A Bamboo Grove
Only three people know the truth
But who do we believe?
It will take the work of a master sleuth
To ensure we aren't deceived
Forking Paths
Numerous decisions await you
But what do you choose?
Each path leads down a different avenue
Determining whether you ultimately win or lose
Stuck In Hell
They striped from you your dignity
Casting aside your clothing to be gassed
But then they striped from you your humanity
Casting aside your empathy to the past
Drunken House Wife
Solitude brings out her worst
Drinking so much she might burst
Lazing about in self-pity
Even though she believes herself witty
