21 November 2012
The sound of steel cuts through the air, enemies stand at arms length, blades meet in mid flight, as a rush of wind preludes the fight.
Watching each other at a death locked stare, focused beyond mere sight, movement so fluid , pulled into destinies plight.
Enemies locked, a game of patience, a master they both serve, one will not walk away, their honor will not sway.
A blade thrust forward, weigh shifts to meet the blows, mind and body united, KI energy flows.
Body and spirit meet, the calm will prevail, dissension causes illusion, a deadly conclusion.
One figure falls, the moonlight glare, one looks up with a hollow stare.
Blood flows unhindered, a last breath is taken, one clear winner remains, he will not be shaken.
He kneels and bows, honors his fallen foe, bushido extended, it is his code.
Honor Of The Blade • Opuss № I