Samurai’s revenge

Shadow steps slicing through the silence, no delay,

Armor gleaming brighter than a Tokyo arcade display.

Honor spilled like tea, dripping blade in my palm,

Breathing in revenge, exhaling the calm.

Vengeance carves lines in the rising sun's glow,

Crimson streams mark where the wind won't blow.

Steel symphony hums to a heartbeat I've lent,

Samurai's path—blood payment for what's spent.

Nagasaki nightfall, the lantern smoke curled,

Each swing a haiku written on this broken world.

They drew first, now the battle cries stay croaked,

Peach blossoms fall where their honor just choked.

Whispers of ancestors echo in my stride,

Code of Bushido, weapon's my pride.

Every clash—histories clash, clans divide,

But a scar tells you where the truth resides.

Vengeance carves lines in the rising sun's glow,

Crimson streams mark where the wind won't blow.

Steel symphony hums to a heartbeat I've lent,

Samurai's path—blood payment for what's spent.

Smoke streaks slicing time like a DJ scratch,

Gazing at my foes just waiting to dispatch.

Clock ticking, their pulses play the tempo,

Unseen strike, I’m the master of crescendo.