I fondle my shimmering Katana,
It bleeds forth a light,
As I live my Nirvana,
Raising my weapon ready to fight.
I exhale my breath and begin to run,
I dodge over him and start to take swings,
I say a phrase, an Ancient Pun,
He slides past me and my body stings.
He Pierces my flesh I can feel it now,
He Twists his blade from my dead shell,
He renders me useless with one giant pow,
Why didnt I deflect it or try to repel.
My body is stricken my skin is now gashed,
As he flew past me, my body now lashed.
Author notes
I just had the feeling to write it.
Written July 5th, 2006
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