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.




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