byMy Erotic Tail©

A Samurai is never lord,
It is his calling.
His destiny to serve the sword,
and to watch the falling.

In the harshness of this Earth,
he finds harmony.
Tranquility in swinging steel,
till the warrior's on his knee.

He looks to death as victory,
honor in every breath.
The beauty of a violent life,
till sod and blood do mesh

And with the last of his strength,
comes the eye to eye.
There he will find his quest,
The life of a Samurai.

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