[UnbornBuddha]

Hatsumi sensei was a little shriveled old man
Yet, in one swift move he’ll cripple your hand
Forcing the synovial joints to weep mineral sap.
Hatsumi honed his skills by basking in stillness and trance
Peace was had, despite other rivals issuing lethal attacks
Albeit, the feng shui geomantic warned of evil’s advance;
His path will soon intertwine with it, in a geographic crash,
Where two equally destructive forces clash,
Leaving only dust clouds that supersede volcanic ash.
And so true to their divinations, a sinister man appeared
He entered the sifu’s dojo, only to deliver our worst fears.

The man appeared otherworldly, carrying a 200-pound blade.
He cracked his neck and the oscillation made the ground shake
Smiling ominously, he then asked if I needed a downgrade.
I didn’t understand, until I saw my beloved vehicle in flames
Are you deranged? I bickered, as my heart was littered in hate
I swiftly gripped his throat;
The only thought that filled me was revenge.
However, his skin was cold,
Lifeless. He then said “you can’t kill me so repent”
Never! I strangled him harder, but he snickered at my attempt.
He proceeded to grab me, lifting me from my neck
Followed by dislocating my shoulders, knees, and hips
I couldn’t believe the Herculean feats of this behemoth
Even less so, could I have escaped his vehement grip
That squeezed me so hard it made me believe demons exist.
After demeaning my worth and showing how I’m meaningless,
The man asked, as I was gasping for breath, for Hatsumi. Then,
Like the shadow of death he appeared screaming: Mitsurugi!!!

It was a beautiful sight, like looking inside the ruins of time;
Two men choosing to fight to the end have the most luminous eyes.
But, I was fading out; my body had sustained massive damage
I did see, Mitsurugi blade being swung and it hacked my master,
Gashing him deeply, without him succumbing to feelings of pain.
It was then I understood what he once told me: “healing is fake
So, embrace each feeling of life, letting each lesion inflame”.
It was also that moment the internal bleeding was grave
But, my departure to the next realm,
Will not be without the meaning I made before leaving this place.
As for the Sifu and the stranger, they had no limits to detain them
Since, the zenith of creation spewed out their spirits from its invisible matrix;
They began to squabble on a cyclical basis,
Challenging the typical stasis found in the bounds of their physical cages.
And I got to see its apex before my eyes went vacant.