1. Legend Of The Red Sun Village: Tales From The Sake Dragon - Remember The Peace Poem by Mark Swaine

In a time of calm a tale of old orient begins,
Set in a world of misty planes where death was bestowed
Upon honour and shame.
Evil is a well hidden secret and dark disfigurement comes
to those who try to keep it.
The Demi-Gods are gone, no longer do they exist,
But gravity holds no bounds to the Villagers who train swift
With steel foot and iron fist.
One woman, one man
Watch over the village.
One bloodline protects for all time,
Against those who burn and pillage.
Wanderers are welcome, but are often hooded Demons,
They hunger forever, hiding in disguise,
if you get close enough to one,
be sure to keep your distance, they toy with their food,
...and they like to surprise.

Sent by the Demon King from over the sea,
Demons are difficult to kill as they go through great pains to heal,
...their numbers are growing vast in size in the dark half of Chi.
In the 'Red Sun Village' Master Samurais who hold their paths true,
Offer the service of wisdom and blade,
For safe passage through.
Wells echo faintly,
For the fresh springs travel light,
From the green hills of Mount Sono.
Sono the first Demi-God of many
Sworn to protect this
Little village of peace and calm.
She fought to the end against Wing Shin the Sorcerer before she let her people come to harm.

Jasmine grows in bunches of sweet perfume
That linger in the air,
Long tailed swifts nest on the hut roofs
And fly amidst the dying day
Without a care.
Children fly carefully made kites,
That hover and swerve high,
Like sky born elegant beasts.
The tiny bricked bridge,
Curves over a miniature river,
Where a youth on a hunt for knowledge,
Of body and soul trains intensely.
Balancing the world on her toes,
Manipulating every which way,
The wind blows.
Then jumping with grace,
Higher then she ever did in her dreams.
Then she relaxes in karma,
As she soaks up the last of the days sunbeams.

In the dusk,
lit lanterns swing a graceful glow,
Casting warm shadows in the breeze,
The Guardian Samurai, Kamui the Watchman remains mindful of his surroundings.
His mind centred on the calming sound of the dormant Portals,
The rustling soothing sound of the 20ft Bonsai trees.


N: Below is a link that will take you directly to half of my Novel partially based on this short Poem http: //dayofthedeadlegendoftheredsunvillage.blogspot.com/