Art by Paul Rios
Many bloody seasons passed, always victorious. This path I traveled over and over again, breathing honor with every step. I will soon meet a new path not familiar, defeat. I am surrounded.
High tide washes out
Low tide catches life off guard
Trapped on unseen ground
My warriors, my kin are dwindling fast. Shortly my enemy will sweep over me. For my family, for my lord, I cannot bring shame to their names. I look within to Bushido for guidance. Self-sacrifice is the only honorable choice.
Tree petals shrivel
Destined to produce no fruit
Shamed tree wanes away
I do not fear death; I have been prepared for death since the day I took up my sword as a samurai warrior. I won’t kneel to my enemy. It is my duty. My dagger that has seen life flow from my enemies must now see the flow from me. Seppuku is the admirable way.
Free soul starts anew
Red river nourishes land
Honor is in death
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