
Narrative poem with a great flow to it. This one tells the tale of a typical night of a Samurai- the usual... killing nobles and getting drunk!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Adventure - Words: 284 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-06-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2580942
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Samurai starts to deliver
Point of order, poignant
Takes another swig of sake
Remembers his appointment
Socialites all back away
As he pushes chair to table
Distance, they, from wanderer
Who seems to fit no label
With wide light pants
And fumbling stance
It seems to hold to reason
That he's no chance
In battle dance
But therein lies the treason
The alley cats all dart away
The dogs rise up to greet him
He belches at a group of kids
Who dare to all but meet him
Past the light of lanterns lit
With moon high in the fields
The merchant's son gathers with guns
Is backed by hired shields
They stand apart and eye each other
The arrogant youth boasts, empty
The Samurai recites a prayer;
'To soul and steel that send me'
With flash the cannons fire bolts
The firelight is blinding
Smells of smoke and burning powder
Rise in windcraft winding
Moments pass but with a crash
Of thunder, rain starts falling
The men then pause to take a look
At youthful master's calling
The silhouette is black as death
The silence is unnerving
But in a flash of lightningsrike
The silhouette flies, swerving
Bullets fired bounce away
In rain-spilt sparks of steel
Coming closer, without order
No pattern to his feel
A soldier cries out as another's
Throat meets night air, spilling
One by one the hired hands
Collapse beneath the killing
Now alone, two stand in storm
That torrents 'midst wind, violent
But sound of laughter cuts above
The slashing motion, silent
With a yawn
He watches bastard
Slump onto the lawn
Time to eat, now
Find a drink
Or pleasure, before dawn
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