Monday, June 20, 2011

Art of Blood

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.