Katana: Epic in Sword form

By C.R. Diamond

Katana, just saying it makes you want one
You imagine fighting silhouetted against the sun
Dressed in either feudal or futuristic clothing
Alone, you hunt for the one you are so loathing

You are a man of revenge, and you want it bad
The one you hunt did something to make you sad
He killed your family? Your best friend? Your wife?
Doesn’t matter how he atones, you’re gonna take his life

Then you’re fighting on a beach, against your foe
Time to kill him, when suddenly you’re filled with woe
As your sword nears his throat, you see the price band
This weapon is costly at over a grand

Fantasy retreats, and you return to real life
Expensive, the price is high for such a knife
You sigh, and turn away; you’re out of luck
In your head, there is but one word, “Fuck”