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.
