Samuari In New York

It was a dark cool night, Manhattan, downtown, when in the shadows, a figure emerges with acts of stealth, it surges, without even a single sound As it makes it's way, quietly through the streets, it is unseen by even the closest of beings how can it move so far and not be seen, in a city so populated, it is quite a feat The shadow moves into Central Park, the air of movement, sophisticated, scripted as if practiced, religiously, encrypted, cunning, as though it owns the dark Suddenly a scream pierces the night, the shadow moves to where it heard the sound to see a woman, being forced to the ground, by the light of the moon, is now into sight So swiftly it moves, in the blink of an eye, it reaches down, raises a figure before it the man sees only two eyes,through a narrow slit a voice is heard, commanding, Gaijin must die " You are without honor, goodbye Gaijin" in a single moment, a sword is drawn one stroke, so quick, the shadow is gone, the man falls to his knees, so it begins The Samuari..........