Poem -
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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Comments
Excellently written Simon. A great tale of the honour of Samurai.
- SydΒ
Thank you Syd ?
Nice write SimonΒ
Thank you Eddy ?
I'm jealous of tour talents lol :)
Aww Mitsali dont be your a gifted writer.Β Thank you so much ?
Such a vivid imagination you possess. well penned my poet brother!
Thank you Lisa.
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