Eternal Warriors Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's-what-all Samurai warriors
in attendance to their nobility,
desired a clean death, they're torchbearers
helping forge a sort of working civility
till their souls & hearts meet as icebergs.
They will be separated poles apart
gathering momentum like spitfires
on course to collide, unharmed.

Unharmed because they formed alliances
laws that governed their sacred paths
emphasizing their fearless guilelessness
towards total loyalty, even unto death.
'When there are brother clans to unite.'
As an old Samurai saying goes.
It is a matter of regret to let
the moment when one should die, pass by.