The Coldest Dish: Chapter One
"The Coldest Dish: Chapter One"
by: Silent One and Eric Boddie
This is the story of an old ancient Chinese master,
for those who challenged him, it only resulted in disaster.
Built like steel, flexible like elastic, Kung fu was his game,
in every contest, every participant feared his name.
Throughout his Life, he mastered so many styles
All stemming from the day his home was defiled
As only a baby, the Black Lotus killed all his next of kin
And in the 40 years that passed, he was consumed with getting revenge
Years of pain, had slowly built rage inside,
the black lotus was afraid, he had nowhere to hide.
With his Shaolin sword, the kung fu master set off in his quest,
after 40 years of training, he was at his lethal best.
After days and days of travel, the first destination was reached
The school atop the mountain where the black lotus teached
Quickly and silently, blood flooded the entire room
The master showed no mercy in creating this bloody tomb
The black lotus relied on his ferocious dragon claw,
but the kung fu master defended with the tiger paw,
attacked with a venomous flying kick and broke his jaw,
pierced his heart with his sword, such brutality was the law.
But there was a sound behind the wall, what could it be
Not yet dead, the black lotus looked on in such pain and misery
The master removed the wall to find black lotus' wife and daughter who was with child
The master then said, "REMEMBER MY FAMILY!!!," coldest dish style
Yet he had a heart, he spared them and showed mercy,
after all he knew the pain of loss and showed them sympathy.
Putting his sword away, he walked away, accomplishing his revenge,
but these stories never end, as one day the child will look to avenge.
5 August 2015
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