Joshua Fegley

Rookie - 5 Points (Just another dying day... / I'm fading away)

Seppuku (A Dedication) - Poem by Joshua Fegley

Not born of royalty nor to any wealth.
Still serving on the day of your death.
Short sword, not a knife;
to honorably end your life.

Your Lord ordered,
it was his decision.
You cut your belly,
with mindless precision.

Where will you go?
I do not know.
As the blade enters,
forward you go.

You see your second,
on the left.
With the second cut;
you had nothing left.

As his blade comes around,
your severed head hits the ground.
No life story to tell;
are you relieved to leave this hell?


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  • (10/18/2006 7:29:00 AM)

    what a refreshing, unromaticised take on harakiri. Nice work, sansai :) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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