Samurai's Tale
Looking past the sea bent grass
white foamed waters crashed and swirled against eachother
they conflicted
fighting to see who would crash on the ocean's floor
sword in hand
his body and his weapon one
he danced his dance of death to his brothers
they fell one by one
clutching their crosses firmly
these brethren gave their final breaths
staring at the blue sky
prayers and praise still on their lips
the young warrior stopped and looked at the sea
both of bodies and water that now gently caressed them.
Is their more to this?
Is their more to life then a samurai's way?
He turned and walked back towards the sandy beach
away from the white foam and from the death of the saints.
i basically wrote this for historic reasons becuz during the Meiji govt. Christians were widely persecuted and killed. So this is a tribute to them in some ways ^^ heh no worries my other poems are less violent ^_^ i'll keep writing ^^
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