Inspired by “Blue Eye Samurai”
An ember lights the shoot, then dies
The canvas is spread, waiting for the artist
No blade can pierce the bullet
But her gaze will.
There is no pristine snow
Without a dash of crimson
No stronger brew for greatness
Than the cesspool of shame and undigested weakness
Weakness that soaks your flesh
Blazing out of your eyes
Weakness that infests everything
The mark of you.
Weakness that left
But never did
It survives
like you.
So why wait for the blossoming petals,
Why endure the changing seasons?
Why let the spring breeze rob you of your canvas,
And melt away your icy wrath?
How painstakingly must the steel be folded
Before it can become a sword?
How deep must the love be
Before that thin line is crossed, and never again?
“And so the bride met her death,
But she did not meet her end.”
There will be no victory
Only fever dreams of hatred, bleeding into your eyes
There is no defeat
Only dying embers, grasping for a chance to live again
So find your foe, the right foe, the best you can find, the worst you can hate
Let him be strong, be fearsome, be cocky, be all the king’s army and his palisades of men
Let him be pure of power, pure of conviction,
and in his conviction of you, find your canvas
The canvas of your life, the impossible magnum opus
Leave the shadow, come into the light
You deserve to shine and burn bright
For in the impurities we exist
Gladly blood will be spilled
To garnish the snow
From my hands
By you,
Love
Visual Credit: Ryunosuke Kikuno