Blind Warrior
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, or even the story for this poetry is based off Mirage comics Tales of the TMNT Leonardo Blindsight.
Part three:
My Master calls to join him for tea.
He speaks of things,
and it seems, he accuses me,
of being blind cause I want to be.
He asssures me he thinks no such thing,
but insists I drink his special vision brew
telling me to open my mind, for I may be
startled to see what lays beyond my view.
I sit in a different place, and different time,
in a meadowed country side.
Astride a steed, I'm samurai
What joy fills me,
when I realize I can see.
Hardly time to take stock of where I am
then in the long grass I spy a hunted man.
Being chased by other samurai
I can't sit idle and let him die.
I charge out to attack,
my skills in battle do not lack
but something seems horribly wrong.
My katanas seem far too strong.
My swords seem to thrist for blood
And this is something I don't need.
The samurai topple fall.
They are dead one and all.
Feeling defeated, exhausted weary
I leave the battle scene dreary.
My horse wanders far astray
taking me miles away.
To a village, where I am greeted.
with offerings of food, they bow at our meeting.
I'm so different, can't they see
I'm not like them, yet they don't fear me.
I'm not alone in this life,
I have a daughter and a wife.
My wife greets me well
But something bothers her I can tell.
She bows her head and speaks
of the swords she hates, then pleads
For me to put them away
So I lock them in a case.
That night I lie awake
troubled at this strange state
I have to tell myself it's just a dream
This life is not to be.
I'm woken by a shrill call
My wife yells the swords are gone one and all.
I calm her with simple words,
they were only weapons don't be absurd.
Yet this is not the end
and I know the visions has just begun.
TBC