Long ago,
When the world embarked
On its journey to hell,
There lived a warrior,
A shield bearer,
But on heaven and hell
He would dwell.
So he went to a saint,
Named master Zen;
"Oh master! Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell? "
Then asked master Zen
"Who are you, are you a thief? "
"No master! To the emperor, I am the samurai chief"
With a strange grin, said Master Zen
"With a beggar's face,
You are the king's disgrace,
You told a lie,
You aren't a Samurai"
With the gall so new
His sword he drew,
But with a mind so calm
Said the master well
"Here open the gates of hell"
With his eyes abashed,
His pride mashed
The warrior sheathed his sword,
To the master he bowed,
And With a similar grin,
Said Master Zen
"Here open the gates of heaven"
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
