Warriors in my Sky

Rays of light assault
the afternoon sky,
like a thousand Samurai.
As ancient warriors from,
the Land of the Rising Sun
Slice through white headed clouds
With a rapier precision,
Where torrents of blood
colour a kimono sky.

The Sun,
Our Samurai King
Awaits twilight,
To perform the rite
of Seppuku (Hara- kiri),
Sacrificing innocence of day,
for ominous night.
Brandishing katana sunbeams
Massacring all in sight.

The day now slain, turns to night.