Tears Of A Swordsman Poem by Nathan Vigil
Tears Of A Swordsman
Under the sun
The village swordsman stands;
Upon his arm are these words:
My karma keen as my blade.
Upon the blade of his sword are these words:
My kismet knighthood by doomsday.
In his eyes, one can see his fate;
He crys o'er his wife's grave;
wishing the plagues of his era
would have taken him young as a boy.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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4/23/2024 8:09:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very good write holds the reader 10