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.