Kuno's book of poetry
Though here crept the night
Dawn points us to Otomo
The bell loft of birds
All that are tainted
are not all that are tainted
evil wears a mask
intentions laid bare,
but the shroud remains, udon.
Which side shines brighter?
what is light to dark?
And what darkness to the light?
each oppose, none sure.
And wither that road?
Who shall we follow to
"light"?
Circles are my lot.
I hath no fury
like a pack of crane scorned
away we must go
the blade reaches far
too far, pull him to his knee
under over back
Fall hard when pushing too fast
my tanto is at his throat
Rice-ball mornings
anxious, in the camps
hot and restless samurai
await destiny
grown men wilt like the garden
words, too hot to speak today
growling lion lines
whose faces we march before
nameless are we all
The young shall bring war
with indignation and pride
and He shall win all
With no new Hantei
each sees each as challengers
clans are but throne threats
and yet a new emperor
is the evil all now fight
splinters from boken
dipped in rice and soy blood
tonight, my chopsticks
with dark thrills it creeps
a mind chills to the taints touch
jade will hold it back
the mountain is here.
we need move north no faster
than it will travel
Write:
A samurai's strength is in his head, his heart, and his arm. Everything else should merely be an extension of those three and possess no power of it's own.
My fate is poems
from here to the mountaintop
presents in the rock
behold the oni (/buddha)
dancing its venomous hate
my friends fought bravely
Though Not as before,
I'm better than I feared,
Hitomi is soon.
Phoenix at our back
across the plains lie mountains
There shall we tempt fate
Isawa, too high!
Where is the ground below you,
Who are the people?
How hard do we fight
When to battle on is wrong
and right bears no sword
Her sad songs at dusk
cut coldly through the night air
It is but a dream
Rokugan darkens;
Remember those sweeter days
to brighten the soul