Red Samurai

Behold!
From the field rises
Red Samurai.
The light of Bushido
A glow in his eyes,
In blood-rain
His armor glazed.

Slick the gruesome battle plain.
One thousand blades
Now noble-dead
A broken purple glave
It's master fled
All that remains.

Behold!
On the field
Red-Samurai kneels
To pray.
Weary, gore-stained,
The Lash
Takes the day!


Written for my friend Lash. ("You know the guy in the red armour") after Artemisian Games one fine year.
Anno Societus XLIV 
By me Fentyr