Kaguya: Book 2 Chapter 1

Verse 1
Each nightmare that appeared was skewered by Princess Kaguya's blade.

"So weak.

So very weak. I am sick of this.

You have not earned the right to abuse me!"

"...Ah, I remember now.

We were supposed to—"

Hmm? What was that she heard?

An echo of someone's voice?

A strange feeling of foreboding struck deep in her bosom.

Kaguya:

Do Nightmares have a will of their own?

Parrah:

A will? A will? A will?! Kehehehe!

Noya:

Better get it down on paper then! Keh heh heh heh!

Kaguya:

I shall give it my all...

Noya:

Shut up and fight, nympho!

Kaguya:

Heh heh. You really know how to treat a lady.

Verse 2
"I... I am here of my own free will.

I am here to revive my author."

Verse 3
I yearn for that special someone

who can torment and punish me.

Verse 4
Obscene fantasies

began to flood her mind.

Verse 5
Her body began to move

of its own impure volition.

Verse 6
Break my skin with your weapon.

Leave notches deep into my bones.

Verse 7
No matter how foolish it sounds,

know that it is what I truly desire.

Verse 8
When did I realize the impulses

that drive the main character

of my story?

Verse 9
What about the side characters,

the nightmares?

Do they have a will of their own, too?

Verse 10
And out of the darkness appeared an ominous, creeping shadow.

Princess Kaguya flushed a deep red.

Oh, how I long to be bound by silk,

penetrated again and again by all eight of those legs,

and consumed by those piercing mandibles.

Just thinking about it isn't enough!

Turn my fantasies into reality!

Devour me!

The nightmare's body shook at the words she hurled forth.

"Now I remember.

I was...a spider once myself."

Greater Spider:

I...was once but a tiny spider.

Parrah:

Oh my, oh my! It spoke!

Noya:

A talking spider! Do spiders have backbones?

Kaguya: Nightmares...possess...intelligence...

Do Nightmares...possess a will of their own?

Heh. Heh heh...Lovely! Lovely!

She now remembered her arachnid past.

Princess Kaguya had high hopes for the spider.

It thinks.

It speaks.

It has a will of its own.

And it has power.

In other words, everything she desired...

...Sweet, sweet punishment!

But her expectations could not be met.

Its strength was fleeting.

For the only thing that remained

was a burnt husk

and a familiar feeling of emptiness.

Discordant Poem
To whom

did that strange voice belong?

She had a past of her own.

Just as the nightmare did.

How had she not realized this earlier?

Her desire too strong,

it bore nothing but a pregnant echo.