Ninja and Samurai
Warriors become philosophical black
Assassins walk on water in fabric magic
Boots move quicker than the wind
Clearly invisible through vampire mirrors
Void of color, empty of human images
The night draws shapes on Ninja Lake
Reflects back vivid in shards of ice
Protecting natures shadowy body
Secrets blend in with Winter
Light objects gentle to the touch
Become solid as spy machines
Scramble into action
Move swiftly to the shore for battle
To attack the Samurai shielded in sleep
Dressed in snow, in honor, in mounds of white
Heavy swords rest, glistening by their side
Multicolored by moonlight, stranded in the sky
Lightning rods wait to strike at midnight
Only snores fill the silence between thin distances
A slice of life ready to be snuffed out at any time
Dragon stars spin like tiny metallic helicopter discs
Missed by inches through the bamboo covered mile
Some projectiles follow meadow birds in error
Exchange addresses that never return to them
Turn skyward with the wind in twisting flight
On the wing to chase birds only trying to escape
Before the lake sinks to new levels of depravity
Ninja and Samurai make mistakes then smile
Slice right through their most noble intentions
To serve God and country to the biter end
As blades pass right through invisible men
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