Showtime (Poem): The Dragon With One Eye

The Dragon With One Eye

In the realm of shadows, where whispers reside,
A tale of darkness and a figure dignified.
Once there was a criminal, Yoshiro his name,
A legend shrouded in mystery, his path aflame.

Born of noble blood, in the year 2519,
Yoshiro Oda, a man of cunning and refined.
From the depths of Yamaha, a syndicate renowned,
He emerged as a leader, his influence unbound.

With a single eye, a mark of battles fought,
Yoshiro, the One-Eyed, a symbol of what he sought.
In the depths of the Ryunosu, a dragon's lair,
He commanded his empire with a calculated flair.

A prodigy of warfare, he honed his might,
Against the Kawasaki, his sworn enemy in sight.
The Yamaha's General, a sword unsheathed,
He carved a path of conquest, his foes beneath.

But beyond the realm of crime, he held a code,
An honorable soul, within his heart it flowed.
No harm to women or children would he abide,
A protector in his realm, where darkness did reside.

At the tender age of twenty-five, a fateful clash,
A Taskforce Inquisitor, his opponent with a dash.
In a duel of epic proportions, their destinies entwined,
Yoshiro emerged victorious, leaving no doubts behind.

The AZ-Zone Taskforce, they dared to invade,
Ryunosu's sanctuary, where Yamaha's banner swayed.
With his loyal garrison, he stood tall and strong,
Defending his empire, against the right and wrong.

They fought with valor, against the forces of law,
A symbol of resistance, their defiance raw.
The Yamaha's banner fluttered, never to be undone,
As One-Eye's legend grew, piercing like the sun.

But fate, a capricious mistress, had her own design,
The Red Dragon Massacre, a day of darkness and brine.
The Gran Lucha, an elite force, struck with vengeance,
Reducing Ryunosu to ashes, a cruel recompense.

His wife and daughter, hung as a spectacle of might,
Yoshiro's heart shattered, his soul consumed by night.
The Dragon's Den fell, its legacy turned to dust,
And the criminal overlord vanished, his fate unjust.

Where did he go, this enigmatic lord?
Into oblivion's embrace, his path untoward?
A phantom in the shadows, his presence unknown,
A legend that lingers, a myth yet to be shown.

In the depths of memory, his name still rings,
Yoshiro Oda, the man with criminal wings.
A tale of honor, vengeance, and a fallen den,
A chapter untold, where the darkness has its yen.

So gather 'round, and listen to the tale,
Of Yoshiro Oda, where truth and myth entangle.
In the annals of history, his legacy unfurled,
A criminal overlord, a legend of an underworld.