It's Rainy At Sekigahara Poem by Kinsley Lee

When you step out from the station, along
the quiet and silent streets, the unfurling,
Emblems're welcoming guests, and far
away in the valley an old flags're swirling.
Once defeated warriors of the Battle
of Haengju, now reunited with loyalty,
And Daimyos from all around had gathered
their loyalties, or splitted as seeking prosperity.

In the narrow field where cold rain falls,
the old day, the corpses'd lain in disarray,
On the mountain peak where fierce winds blow,
the blood once had flowed, now away.
The great hill where the loser's many heads
were buried, now the low mounds remain,
In the canyon, the swaying red flowers
speak of the past day's glory and pain.
(May,2024, Kinsley Lee)