the moon peeks shyly
as you unsheathe your pride,
Sakura* rains on you
as you cut through them
with your Katana*,
such a magnificent dance
of the sword you display,
it sings with each swing,
your twin tails sway
like after images of your weapon,
mountains hide
unable to bear the irony,
a beauty practicing
the art of blood
under the clear heavens.
*Sakura are cherry blossoms.
*Katana is a japanese style sword.
