Ronin

His mother passed away in the act of delivery.

Father did his best, taught him charm, and humility.

Sins of the father,

a chapter's begun.

To bypass the sword, cost the life of a son.

It broke his father's heart, cause he knew what awaited.

Service to a king, in a life isolated.

Crying, and pleading,

his father turned away.

If he gave up his eldest the siblings could stay.

Taken as a child, he was sold into slavery.

The harshness of life sculpts a heart made for bravery.

Swearing that he'll never show his weakness again.

As a child met the princess, and called her a friend.

A pre-written destiny,

life of a Ronin.

Born into poverty, path had been chosen.

Ronin:

A samurai that's searching for purpose.

Forfeiting life in the act of his service.

Training all his life, he's a master of death,

but alone in the world till the last of his breath.

He thinks that his path may be destined for more,

and he's not just a soldier that waits for a war.

Engaged in a bond, he was born a protector.

Sold to the king,

he was sworn to protect her.

The princess was beautiful.

Comparable to none,

but destined to marry the rival Shogun.

An oath to his king, but committed to his heart,

with his unyielding love he was sprung from the start.

Desire in his heart that he tried to deny, it was love at first sight when he stared in her eye.

Whispers in the wind, while escorting her walk.

The cherry blossom scent, when she turns, and they talk.

He prays every day that their stars could align, but until the day comes, he'll be biding his time.

The wedding drew near.

The plans have been made.

Restricted from love feeling lost, and afraid.

Afraid that he'd lose her.

Afraid to advance.

Afraid of rejection, he forfeits his chance.

Her pain was his pain, though her choices were chosen,

her secret desire, was love from her Ronin...

Affairs of the heart.

A want, or a need?

A soul pairs another, the goal's to succeed.

They talk every day.

He's haunted while he sleeps,

but dreams aren't reality, te heart gently weeps.

They both like to think how they met for a reason.

Following desire, would condemn them for treason.

She'll miss the long walks.

Imagines his embrace.

Although he liked to smile, there was sadness in his face.

Love presses on.

It's known for persistence.

Through her sacrifice for a peaceful existence.

Marrying a man that she doesn't even know

while preventing a war

er love had to go.

A semi mutual arrangement,

her husband wanted more.

He sends out her Ronin to find him a war.

To be his last order.

He wasn't to return.

A spy saw their chemistry, and voiced his concern.

Embarrassed, and enraged with the by their fictitious passion

he shogun recruits 20 veteran assassin.

Their mission:

Return to him the love of his wife.

Remove every limb, then extinguish his life.

They track him to a field.

They leave no escape.

The goal of his "mission" begins to take shape.

A trap!

He's surrounded.

Severely outnumbered.

He drops all his armour so to not be encumbered.

He takes out his blade, draws a line in the grass.

He looks to the group, and he dares them to pass.

Cherry blossom scent hanging strong in the air, whispers in the wind, now he's filled with despair.

He hoped his last wish, would include his love's kiss. With her arms round his neck, pull her close by the hips.

Surrounded by his death, and betrayed by his lord, with mind full of thoughts that he just can't afford.

10 men attack, and he puts them all down.

He suffers minor wounds, but he's holding his ground.

The final 10 approach,

he raises his blade.

Steel slices bone,

then he hobbles to the shade.

Training all his life, he's a master of death,

but alone in the world till the last of his breath.

He slumps by a tree, killing 20 men dead,

thoughts of regret still consuming his head.

He slowly sits down,

he should've let her know.

He closes his eyes, as his blood starts to flow.

Bushido realized when he takes a heavy breath.

His only choice in life was acceptance of death.

No crypt when he falls.

No flowers, or stone just a love unrevealed as he lays there alone.

He lies on his side, then he rolls to his back,

staring at the clouds,

the sky fades to black...

One subtle beat to maintain his existence.

Two random beats showing true loves persistence.

Three is the times that his chest starts to heave,

he tears off his shirt,

wraps his wound with the sleeve.

His sword in the ground, it's deep in the sand,

his weight on the hilt while he struggles to stand.

He takes a long breath, he limps to a horse.

Fate set a path, but he altered the course.

He rides to the West.

Is he headed back home?

No longer a Ronin, the rest is unknown.