Fallen On A Sword

Cold metal death 

Lacerates the abdomen 

From right to left, 

What was once unsheaved slowly 

An honorable sword, 

No. Instictual warrior thoughts 

Shifted to a shameful short blade 

In only instances ago, painting fields 

A crimson massacre masterpiece 

Through all out~hell on wheels war 

Sliced and slit scarlet dripped 

Off of katana tip, 

There is no surrender for Samurai 

Only an eviscerated smile 

Horizontally carved 

Across welcoming stomach 

Never turning away from faces of sworn enemies, 

Worthy; 

Giving sin and soul to fertile, soiling demise.