Samurai protect what is precious to them, be it land, Lord, or love. Samurai are loyal to the end, when we can't defend what we love, we watch and defend from the shadows, even when unwanted.. Though hearts shatter as hammer to glass, minds wonder, why? Why must the strongest feel the coldest, why must everyone else be warm inside, why must we be alone with our thought when none of them are happy.. why.. why.. why is it every time a glimmer of light shines through the fog a storm cloud approaches.. why.. all I ask... is why..
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PoetryThis has been buried in me for years.. sometimes samurai need a shoulder more than a sword..
