BUSHIDO

The gleaming blade divides the air
with a wisp of its viperish breath.
A subtle sigh,
from too close by
is a ruthless dealer of death.
 
A thousand turns of a sword-smiths hand,
each hammer-blow, purest skill.
Knowledge passed down
with a smile and a frown,
for a beauty forged for the kill.
 
The ancient warrior whirls around,
dispensing one last threat.
His calm, agile gait,
a dark, deadly trait,
all challengers defiantly met.
 
He walks the field with noble strides,
through names of men untold,
who fought to gain,
yet died in vain
and history's tale will be told.
 
He defended his realm with ceaseless zeal,
he stood his ground and won.
He protected his kin;
he will never give in,
'til the bloody battles are done.
 


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Originally "Defender", by Darren Scanlon, October 2013.
Revised as "Bushido", by Darren Scanlon, 4th Sept. 2016.
©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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