Behold!
From the field rises
Red samurai
The light of Bushido aglow in his eye.
In blood-rain his amour glazed.
Slick the gruesome battle plain.
One thousand blades now noble-dead.
A broken purple glave
Its defeated master fled.
Behold!
On the field
Red samurai kneels
to pray.
Weary, gore stained,
The Lash takes the day.
From the field rises
Red samurai
The light of Bushido aglow in his eye.
In blood-rain his amour glazed.
Slick the gruesome battle plain.
One thousand blades now noble-dead.
A broken purple glave
Its defeated master fled.
Behold!
On the field
Red samurai kneels
to pray.
Weary, gore stained,
The Lash takes the day.
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