My birth was a strange one, a calm one, a passionate one, altogether strange but passionate. The glowing embers of my mother’s womb were ablaze by my master’s hand. In my creation I was tested, forged and cooled with the sweet, blood and toil of thousands of years. Every touch, stroke, caress and pounding has made me what I am today. Battle hardened and ruthless, there are none to oppose me, none to stand in my way. There is strength in being relied on, a calmness that makes you realizes that your place is there and your soul has a purpose.
My tongue is quick to cut and there to protect. I was trained by the best, learning all my master had to offer, burnishing me to a fine shine and polished to perfection. Engraved and instilled with the knowledge that had taken him years to master and glean on his own. As my birth was odd so was the end of my training, there is no time for this.., this…, this self revelry. There is no time to look back and see what was.., my time is now, and my purpose is now!
It’s still raining, charcoal black clouds roll in the smell of gun power and charred earth,
engulfing the senses. Wisps of smoke hugging the contours of the battle ground, and the burnt tree’s in the distance gave the afternoon an eerie feel. Death was visiting and was dancing in the play ground made by us! His air was the stench of the dead, and his music was the cries of the wounded. The hardened wooden amour tight against my skin gave me little comfort soon it will be my time to dance with death, to move to his music!
My masters hand on my head, gave me comfort and strength…
It had begun…. cool air and rain against my hardened body was refreshing, naked I had to tastes flesh. My silver body cleaving bodies in elegant speed and movement of a dancer, sing my song as I cut the air with angry passion. My only thought.. “I need to serve as I serve best!” In rapid succession they fell to me, they bowed to my strength and speed of my master. In offering of there life was given in a battle well fought. As it had begun it ended and in a clearing we stood, my master and I.
We alone, never apart!
Shouts of pride lifted my soul as my master lifted me in full view of all. I had done my job and done it well. My master wielded me as one with him. A swift swing in the cool air, and a sudden stop, a movement done with perfection, I was clean, no blood on my burnished body.
In sheathed silent mediation, I recreated the battle seeing the faces of those who had fallen, I have no regrets, my mind and spirit are clean and clear. I am my master’s strength; I am my master’s sword and a Samurai’s brother!