The wind sings in the branches
A song few will hear
The petals fall all around me
And inside I feel my years
This is my acquired world
Soft and rock and beauty
Silken robe, kneel upon the grass
The children here know me
I walk as quiet thunder
Guardian, protector
Two swords
And a heart of stone
Here I let the waters cleanse me
Listen to the women play
Their haunting melody
Ringing of steel, drawn
The entwining harmony
Music of my country
By the brook that speaks
The children play
Their days of ease
In days of peace
Bought and paid for
Blood exchange for sing song laughter
Of the little ones with bare feet
Author notes
The thoughts of an old war lord. Scene is Japan countryside, sakura petals falling, children playing by a creek as the war lord watches, kneeling in the grass washing his face in the cool waters.
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Hmm
Well I just now got around to reading this...I know its taken me a while to write something about it but hell as long as I know its there. Anyway...
I like this, its peaceful and somehow haunting. If you continuously think of this man who's life is spent protecting his village; his people from outside forces but when this war lord is called to war, he's got to leave this scene but to whom? well...anyway.
loved it. I have not gotten around to writing anything myself...sort of blocked. good job.
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