Category : Poems
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It is truly intense, the way it feels.
A gentle spirit and cold hard steel.
It is mercy, it is grace.
Never vengeance or vile hate.
It is calmness of the mind,
A clarity so hard to find.
Enlightenment and peace,
These things I want to reach.
The blade is balanced and feels alive,
An extention of the spirit as it is deadly yet wise.
It can slice through an evil foe,
A protector of my very soul.
A partner, a mate,
Together as if by fate.
My every move becomes a delicate ballet,
Slicing the air with the polished blade.
Every battle, a dance with death.
Every victory tainted with regret.
There is but one constant the universe holds,
A death for a life, a soul for a soul.
In this life, balance is maintained,
And I pray my redemption can be attained.