Empty Samurai

No sun smiles upon me this day.

Rain pours down in its melancholy patter,

cleansing my blade of the blood

which I have let it taste -

the blood of my wife's killer,

and the salt of my vendetta.

I have slain my foe

but still I am alone,

an empty samurai.

Author's Note

Just a short story told as a poem.

Reviews

[Green]

I love that it tells a story, that always adds to any poem in my opinion (and I've always admired the things I've yet to master). I particularly like the story you chose to tell though; a samurai isn't exactly a common subject, and it peaked my interest from the very beginning. To tell it it so few words is equally as impressive. Well done :)

[Draven]

I aim to please. Thank you for such a kind review.

[Viamari_love's_you]

it should be a story in poem format.:)