𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔩 (An Empty Spaces Epic) - Chapter 4 - Ronin Doll

 The doll escaped, selling part of itself to strangers for the airship fare,

just to be away from the hag, who was evil and twisted, to be quite fair,

the hag had tried over and over to destroy this one by any and every means,

and this one escaped her plot, refusing to trust the witch who was mean,

assisted by the necromancer's summon, quartered in his cave for a time,

gave the summon its fighting blade to protect the dolls, he did no crime,

but he was hated by the hag and denounced and had to deflect her spell,

this doll had to flee the hag and witch, take an airship to the west to quell,

quell the fear in its breast, to change its identity, play the part of a foreigner,

to stay with a cult and then fall from favor, too broken, too different to linger,

to find a new mistress, one who worked spells in the north, a witch of the weeds,

to be abused for its usefulness, cruelly abandoned in favor of a dog were its needs,

So it was in a maintenance shop when it learned of its abandonment, finding another,

another broken doll, it had fox ears, it was abandoned like this one, a found sister,

this one and that one lived together through the winter in a gypsy cart, then we did part,

that one went back to its old master to try again, finally settling on being another's pet,

this one struggled on the streets for a year as a Ronin doll, warrior vibes, with a spear,

struggled, such a misnomer, it was fighting for its survival, living in constant fear,

it was homed and re-homed, abused and fought, almost died, became a charity case,

none loved it, none treated it well, vagrant warrior doll, then a cult said it was based,

the doll got a home, a hut really, but friends and hut, new clothes and new outlook,

but the new cult with their culture, made this one deny its maiden's heart with their book,

a year in that, expanding its breast for understanding, learning their always cursive writing,

reciting the ancient poetry until it delved too deep, finding their Balrog by deeply reading,

this one left the fold, at great personal risk, under threat of destruction, went a little crazy, 

went a little crazy, talked to the maiden who became the witch, started to get a little lazy,

found the teeth in the kind words of the witch, escaped her wicked spell, her binding,

her binding words were slipped, like vines, the witch sought help of the hag in blinding,

but the doll was wisened by its wandering and blocked the black magic of the hag,

the witch and hag lost the snaring ritual, lost the mage's duel, the doll they failed to bag,

the doll they failed to bag is right here. This one stands tall with its spear and khukri,

stands through the fire and flames, a combat doll born of a ceramic slave, it is free.