a Samurai

Covered in blood he lays on the ground,
wind is blowing as the heaven weeps
for his sorrow and loss.
Wind is calling out his name thus
carrying the sent of his blood through
the air to the village where he lived.
In the village, blossoms stopped blooming,
children started screaming,
women raped and men slaughtered.
Everything and everyone were dying,
sent of the blood was carried to the world of the dead,
he sensed it and came back as
the undead in order to slaughter
all those who destroyed his village.
When he was alive he lived in peace and harmony,
always helping those around him.
Slash, crash and kill was his way of the undead
as he killed all those who attacked his village.
Blood covering his armor as he continues to kill.
Demon hounds appear and start tearing people apart.
No one was spared.

Reaper came to take his soul,
but he slashed him and took his contract back.
He went to the village where he was born,
and he started repairing it hoping that it would
bring back the dead...

Such was his peaceful life, peaceful once again
so now he could return to the life
of an honorable samurai.