3. Legend Of The Red Sun Village: Tales From The Sake Dragon - Kamui Li Vs Wing Shin Poem by Mark Swaine

Gliding slowly forward the demons cloak
Blows violently in the wind.
Grey covers the last hopeful rays of light,
As the day is dimmed.
Fingernails grow painful and sharp,
From under bloody tattered sleeves.
Two long horns slice the branches above,
As he floats passed below the trees.
An old katana he draws is stained
With an eternity of souls,
Good and bad, Young and old.
He whispers a message down the hill,
It echos through the village.
Telling the hearts of people to fear,
“I will feed on your good,
I feel it strong, stronger than fear”
Once I have taken your masters life,
I will turn you to Demons, give me the Mirror Peice...I know it is here”

Wing Shin floats eerily through the Village disturbing the mist,
He's warned the Watchman in his dreams, he is here for the Mirror Peice...he told him of this.
Wing Shin turned on the world
For a Demon only feels it as a cage from which there is no escape.
He only knows there is a reason for which he must exist.
He remembers his time as a man centuries ago,
His skills are limitless with a blade, making him Kamui's greatest adversary, the deadliest foe.
No man in this age dare speak an
Ancient curse and mean it,
For they may become this,
No longer a shape,
He disappears into mist.
He reappears as smoke
Among the centre of the village
Below the dark sky,

This tall gaunt entity stands motionless,
His dim yellow eyes
Light up the early night.
He turns to look at the man
Standing at a lit doorway
Of a small temple.
Kamui stands ready in traditional armour of Black Laquered Kikou and Kabuto, he draws his Katana from the Saya hanging from his Obi by the side of his Daisho and Wakizashi 'Ssshhhhyyyingggg'
His eyes remain fixed on the demon wizard.
He keeps a firm grip on the name of his cousin,
Raised as brothers
He was cut down by the blade of another.
He still lives on
In the spirit of the Watchman’s sword.
For only when his killer is faced and dead,
May ‘Xan Li’ be released,
Upon the great line of lords.
Kamui the Watchman and Wing Shin the Sorcerer
Slowly advance with caution.
Their gestures meet as they
Circle each other in the square.
The demon drools and smiles,
Samurai is still and unaffected,
Ready in his every move
He simply holds his stare.
The young Samurai is ready in his mind,
Ready to kill with blade, hands and feet.
His steps are slight and steady,
Wing Shin grins as he clicks his steel and inch from the hilt.
The Watchman will die with honour,
He’ll die for his family;
His people, he’ll fight to the end.
For the village
His ancestors long since built.


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/