Ronin Warriors not mine. Can't I have them? Pretty pretty please?
Dynasty Prisoner
He sits imprisoned by walls of paper,
in cloth of silk.
Golden light reflects on his hair
from candles that are not quite able
to pierce the shadows on his face.
Eyes shut tight, he is trying to meditate
but he cannot escape the fact of his imprisonment
the pain and humiliation of his capture,
and the memory of his captor...
Gloating as he was forced to kneel
before the being he still refuses to call master.
He sits imprisoned by walls of paper,
in a realm to which he has no key.
Dynasty Prisoner
He sits imprisoned by walls of paper,
in cloth of silk.
Golden light reflects on his hair
from candles that are not quite able
to pierce the shadows on his face.
Eyes shut tight, he is trying to meditate
but he cannot escape the fact of his imprisonment
the pain and humiliation of his capture,
and the memory of his captor...
Gloating as he was forced to kneel
before the being he still refuses to call master.
He sits imprisoned by walls of paper,
in a realm to which he has no key.
