the ninja feels no remorse

an unyielding will must guide him

his conviction leads him past any doubt

to the clan, his oath and Will bind him

those of his blood are more than kin

more than family, more than self

a unit, a whole, each one holds

his kindred, the clan above all else

yet I falter before your blade, my son

in eyes of whirling crimson and night

I see not a father, but a fearful enemy

reflected in unshed tears and light

and so I fall before your blade, my son

alongside your mother and all our kin

in a single moment, you sever

all bonds deeper than the skin

you sheath your blade in flesh, my son

my knees meet the hardened ground

my eyes meet yours and you waver

you stand screaming without a sound

the ninja feels no remorse, my son

an unyielding will must guide you

though all may shun you and flee on sight

your choice and our lives will bind you


a very happy poem, written in a college application essay class.

I was unsure about the lack of capitalization and punctuation, but I ended up deciding that I preferred this lowercase mush of words. Any feedback on the death of grammar in this poem would be helpful, haha. Also, I'd appreciate title ideas, since this one seems rather cliché to me. All my thanks for reading! *hugs for everyone*

thank you to Felichan for preliminary proofreading.