Shi no arashi

groans garbled among the silent trees
barks dark but glowing in the shades
the night still yet the sounds unnerves
the forest with its anticipating glee

the path aglow with souls
of men who came to court death
wanting to live yet have to die
for nothing seemed to dawn for the morrow

as men lied down in tents
awaiting the swift winds of death
shivering as the tide turned
they lived again briefly happy and sad times

it would come for them swift
sometimes in slow torturing pain
they would embraced the swords
or slash their bowels out

either way, they die in honour
as they see it.