Endarken - Hail Zatoichi

Hail Zatoichi
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A blind man slashes his cane 
towards his assailants -
the blade flashes forward,
from nowhere, right back again.. 
glittering quicksilver in the 
splashing rain on yet another, sinister, 
Japanese night.

offense his defense! the 
salvation of citizens without voice - 
blind but deadly in contempt for 
the killing choice. A killing joke, 
bled by he who must take pause, 
then repay the violence with
Japanese justice.

he has no fear; death is 
the preferred option. honour, 
his bone marrow. the origin
of the sun's eastern rising heat 
coils in the eyes of this 
Japanese servant. 

he has walked further than 
this lifetime, twisted, 
turned through decades, 
leagues of blood. 
the scent is instinctive, the 
scent generations passed on,
the twists and turns natural to 
the bones that yearn to be overcome 
by the age he is judged for, the 
disability he fakes to maintain 
his edge - consecrate his faith in
Japanese pain.

they come in the hundreds to 
circle and shame him, they know 
zatoichi, samurai, but flaunt their 
good sight before him, as children, 
adults the same start to taunt him 
he bows his head, kneels, crosses 
his cane; awaits the next fool 
set to strike him or test their
Japanese luck;

the wise turn their back on 
the sinful, Zatoichi's a 
gambler. he represents the 
ultimate will to survive.. 
to fight the good fight, merciful,
honest, right, but in all history
he only struggled to win - another
Japanese victory.

behold he inspires, fills our 
senses and longings with the 
mystery of his efficacy,
the grievous burden,
perilous joy of my authentic 
Samurai. 

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