The Way of the Samurai

The way of the samurai is a sacred verse,
Where every is line is lived,
As the cutting song of a sword,
Or the sinister sigh of a bow,
A lonely path to the peak,
Where dawn arises, a delicate,
Red bud of cherry blossom,
Abloom upon nights black bough,
Perfect in its fiery moment,
A lifetime lived in every breath,
Where the only peace is war,
Upon the beauty of a battlefield,
Where honour is the highest virtue,
And immortality awaits a noble death.