The Age Of Swordsmanship
His once hard
stare crumbled down upon me
as his gentle nature soon took over ,
from the age of true samurai swordsmanship
ah but alas nothing could compare
to the age of something so desireable even when it was a road paved with blood and murder so unwanted by many
ways it was supposed to be a way to
assure peace and tranquility ;
I could not want anything more than
this new peaceful era of love light and dark intentions alone in the days of swordsmanship be truly complete
in all the ways its supposed to be so real .
His angelic gaze had
so granted me a more intene
stare of true concern so real and full of a cheerfulness ,
that so many could detest with a passion
so full of hatered and wrongfulness
that now runs our day to day lives even when it shouldn't
have to do so ;
Life goes on and nothing in the past can be
undone so that none can understand
to this day so cold and dark .

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