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..........
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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