The Legend of Taira no Masakado - Supernatural horror poem

Do you know? Do you know?

The legend of Taira no Masakado?

Pursued, hated, fated he was

To fight for a once noble cause

Over the fields and trees of Tokyo he battled

Against, traitorous families saddled with grief

With keen smarts and spirts, he beat off attack

The hoofbeats thundered, cold breath down his neck

Running, battling he slept in the gloom of mud

To evade the sword swipes and arrows as long as he could

Spent he lay, beneath a sky of swollen moon
Blades drawn near, their vengeance would come soon.

しかし he grew weary and took to bed

During a moon filled night, they collected his head

Posted as warning for all to see

Though days passed under suns and moons lonely

The flesh of his face did not decay

A hideous grimace, full of malice, did form

Dreadful sign on misfortune to come

A wicked curse to all who came within

For Taira no Masakado to exact bloody revenge

Burn! Slash! Drown! and Bury!

Foes and friends felt his fury

A rampage of violence, like a resounding symphony

Screams of terror echoing, over the centuries

And still they whisper, through the wind and trees

Will Masakado’s curse ever cease?