The Scarlet Swan Sings in All Times of Pleasure and Pain
In front of him grows the vicious calm of the rain.
Remembers he the scores of those his blood-stained hands have slain.
Quiet , Still and Burning Inside
His unsheathed blade held up beside
He walks along the sensual seaside.
The mountains smell of a great blue Lily.
He walks with a smile on his face.
The tears that rest within his case
Urge him to walk more freely.
Forlorn even though the past may be,
That missed footfall though he may see,
The Great Burning welcomes him with a kind-young glee.
He picks up his pace beside The Tree.
Sees he all who crave for but a grain
An' the bloody mark of his sheathless stain.
Brandished nonchalence that hid in plain
The Scarlet Swan sings in all Times of Pain.
He lifts up his face an' sees the needy in fight.
He draws his sword and bellows his might.
Almost flashingly so , the oppressors fall in his sight.
Surprises him the lack of that Red
Seems to him his hunger is well fed.
He puts down at long last the bottle of sake
Knows he now the Truth from the Fake
S new bright world he now sought to make,
Putting his inherence upon the stake.
Swan-song no more , the scarlet Samurai looks up high,
The birds are flying
The winds kiss his sigh.
A New Golden Spirit Awakens the Dawn
A great Scarlet Man upholds the Morn.
Justice , Peace and Love are nigh
Blushes the man with a face red-shy
Picking up with Happiness and guarding the Blue Lily at Leisure
The Scarlet Swan sings in All Times of Pleasure.
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Scarlet Swan
PoetryLife has an uncanny habit of creating myriad variants of life-forms. Taking our own species as an example , we can see that owing to our minds , each and every one of us is unique. There are some imbued with great powers who do not realize the meani...
