Tsukasa, the wandering wave master
A Poem By. Brad Barron

The rain falls atop the staff of the wandering boy Tsukasa

The battles are rough but he is not afraid
He smiles when challenged as he raises his staff
Alone this young wavemaster is, alone is half bad
Tsukasa walks the same paths that he has the night before
Wanting a companion or somewhere, somewhere to call home.
The young player trapped within the game, lost his compassion
Maybe he shall regain it, maybe he shall today