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(Author's Note:
Wow... This is my first poem in God-knows how long! It took a lot of soul-searching, and even then I had to go into the darkest pit of myself, just to pull out something, that I think will give you something to think about. When reading, I want you to be as visual as possible, so that you can get the maximum effect.)
A Lone Samurai..
A lone Samurai, I wonder the land,
A cigarette in my mouth, a Katana in my hand.
I walk this path alone, so that I may atone,
for the wicked and cruel sins that I cary.
I find, that I no longer kill for my Lord,
nor for my Army and Country,
but for this sick and twisted thrill.
My Mistress, the Flames of Hell herself, holds her hand out to me,
and together we walk, causing chaos and tyranny.
The beat of a thousand hearts, the sound of a million drums,
The fear in a thousand mens' eyes, the taste of their blood.
I walk this path, for it is all that I know,
Ripe with perverted pleasure, which causes Sin to grow.
I laugh in the face of Death, who waits for me to fall
But I care not, for My Mistress is at my beck and call.
He dwells in my heart, awaiting for the one who slays me,
So that he may escape, and soak me in a Crimson-Red bath,
for that is the path, of a lone Samurai.
 A Nice Salami · Wed Nov 10, 2010 @ 04:32am · 0 Comments |
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