Blind Warrior
Disclaimer: I deny any ownership of any adolescent or adult transformed shadow warrior chelonians.
Author's Note: This is the final installment of the poem, that is based upon the four Mirage comic books Tales of Leonardo Blindsight. Each chapter is based off a single comic in the series. Ramica.
Taken to the Damiyo
My eyes, spy my Sensei.
Or so it seems but then.
I see it's a statue of the rat Kubira
Of the zodiac Japanese.
The Damiyo enraged
that my swords were taken,
says, as I serve him, my swords
were his property,
then longs to know
my worth to him.
And that I cannot say
For even I am at a loss of late.
And so I'm sent by Damiyo's command
to leave my wife child and land.
Exiled to a life of shame.
Angrily, I stalk away,
deep in the woods.
Where I spied the man I saved
just the other day
he points, a warning clear
Of a ninja above, creeping near.
We do battle, while I strive
to keep my anger locked up tight
Then the ninja reveals her face to me
It is my daughter, of this dream, Yumi
Sent to see to my demise.
She begs forgiveness and gently pleads
For me to hide, far away and watch
For others who may come,
and send me to my grave when done.
I send her home;yet before she leaves
She tells me there was none here but me.
Back to the Damiyo I dare to go,
Sneaking up from behind
He tells me of a legend from another time.
Of Kubira, the rat
His adopted turtle kappa son
Whose anger harnessed could
become swordsman number one.
Kubira saw when this was done,
to seek revenge, and take a life,
and so he gave his son a magic sword
sharper then any knife.
When his son could
not see the mission through
Kubira cursed his son to mortal life.
The Damiyo reveals the swords,
my swords he had stole from me,
out from under lock and key.
Confused as to the why,
He calls me to come and linger by.
The magic swords, contain such fury
They were meant to kill in a hurry
"Those who wield them
can't be beat,
They will never know defeat."
He is wrong, he can not know
the grave mistake that he can't let go
The power in the swords I can tell
is not for any man to understand or wield.
And though we are connected
The swords and I,
they are my life
I know at heart
It's not all that I am.
The Damiyo claims I've grown weak
He holds the swords, against one unarmed
Seeing perhaps, my defeat and harm.
And so the battle starts to rage
I avoid the swords, deadly blade
I dodge, duck and flip
So he can not score a hit
Grower anger, becomes intense.
Kubira the statue topples and falls
with him he does bring
a flaming torch of wild fire
which starts to rise and sing.
Trapped behind a wall of flame
the man I saved comes again.
He leads me clear, and then we speak.
I know him now, he's the man
I killed in another land
I had stolen an innocent life
but he questions that and my recent strife
The blind ninja had sought to punish me
He sacrificed an innocent to my blade,
but in truth his life could not be saved,
for he was one all ready dead.
So my guilt and lack of faith
Held me tight,
keeping me from seeing the light.
From this dream, I awake
And discover a miracle for me,
it seems that the blind was made to see.
I tell my Master of the vision past
and the long lost relative Kubira,
the cunning and resourceful rat
Sensei smiles, and says
"He thanks you for his swords at last."
The End