I forget what it's called, but does this sound ok to use for that piece of writing on the back that tells you a little of the story?
I stared at their limp, lifeless bodies, thrown together in a heap on the floor. I refused to believe it. I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to know. Yet the truth was thrown before me, in his empty, unflinching gaze, and the blood smears on his sword. Doku, my brother, my loving, smiling brother. I couldn’t find him in this person, this stranger, this murderer. My wide eyes traveled to the bodies, and black spots danced at the edges of my vision as who they really were sunk in. My strong, kind father and my gentle, graceful mother. There was nothing graceful about her now, sprawled on the floor with blood smeared on her cheeks and her dress in taters. I didn’t want to believe it. But I see. I know. The moonlight does not lie.
I stared at their limp, lifeless bodies, thrown together in a heap on the floor. I refused to believe it. I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to know. Yet the truth was thrown before me, in his empty, unflinching gaze, and the blood smears on his sword. Doku, my brother, my loving, smiling brother. I couldn’t find him in this person, this stranger, this murderer. My wide eyes traveled to the bodies, and black spots danced at the edges of my vision as who they really were sunk in. My strong, kind father and my gentle, graceful mother. There was nothing graceful about her now, sprawled on the floor with blood smeared on her cheeks and her dress in taters. I didn’t want to believe it. But I see. I know. The moonlight does not lie.