Just a small poem I originally created for my English class, but poetry's never been a strong suit-- just a warning. Samurai Jack has always been a favorite show though.
-
--
-
--
The Traveling Sword
Have you seen him?
Pure and white as his flowing cloak.
Like a ghost, he comes and goes.
Never stopping, never slowing...
The sword is lost, but he travels on.
His hope, though far-fetched it seems, is strong.
They've never seen him,
But owe him much.
His honor, kind and just, strikes the darkness,
With the sharpest of edges
The traveling sword continues to fight.
Alienated alone,
The sword has hope for this weaponless land.
-
--
-
--
Thanks for taking the time to read this!! :3 Feel free to interpret this however you wish.