This is a poem I wrote after watching a documentary on the different weapons used during Japan’s feudal era, some of the history behind the Katana were pretty interesting….
I am not real
I cannot feel
I am made of Steel
Cold amber eyes
A world of death
And sorrowful goodbyes
I hold no breath
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