A korobokuru and three rokuma sat around a campfire eating crab meat, and fish. As they waited for daybreak one of them began to sing. They talked and planned what they would do at sunrise. One of the rokuma, a woman called Hiroko also sang, her song was of sorrow and reflection of being far from home unable to return, because her singing voice was not very good she said that she would compose a haiku.
She began to write the haiku on a collection of scrolls which she bound with dry river grass, the binding was not very strong and sometimes sheets would become loose and she would lose them. Whenever she noticed that she had lost some of the scrolls she composed another and added it to her collection. Sometimes the scrolls could be found blowing in the wind in Barovia, caught on bushes, or fallen tree branches.
Lost in the dark mists
light shines the way ahead once more
winter storm, hope fades again
