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Seppuku

Seppuku

Inviting wind midst blood and regret,
Shakes bough and scatters cherry blossom floret.
Trenchant katana swiftly drawn,
He falls to knees midst the rise of dawn.

Cruor stained armour and piercing eyes,
Disgraced, enlaced, he plans his demise.
Without thought he thrusts through and flesh and bowel,
And swiftly cuts, no cry or a howl.

His ichor gushes, spatter on blades,
Green now crimson as his breath evades.
His eyes closed as he slumps in a heap,
His vessel tainted, his soul in reap.

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Syd

Excellently written Simon. A great tale of the honour of Samurai.

- SydΒ 

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Simon Bromley

Aww Mitsali dont be your a gifted writer.  Thank you so much 😊

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Simon..Such great narration a rhyme....The life and death of a Samurai is dramatic and brave.....The "honorable" suicide is such a tragedy to me...You portrayed the drama of it perfectly....Emotional to read and think about...wow...Thanks for sharing your talents. xo ;)

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Simon Bromley

Thank you so much Cherie.Β  I am so thrilled you enjoyed it.

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Silent Dreamer

I so love this!! I'm a big fan of Japanese anime and this had such a strong anime feel to it. Masterfully written Simon, very powerfully gripping from beginning to endπŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½

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Simon Bromley

Thanks SD me too! I was scrolling through images and saw this, combined with one of your recent writes it inspired me.

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