Warrior's Vigil

In the blurred lights of memory, a figure stands guard, A sentinel of honor, in wood and in art. The samurai's visage, a mask of might, Conceals the heart that beats with silent light. The red sword, a flame that cuts through the night, A symbol of courage, in the face of the fight. The wooden armor, a testament to the past, A warrior's story, forever to last. In the stillness, a tale of strength is told, Of a spirit unbroken, young and old. The blurred background, a memory that fades, Leaves the warrior standing, in the light of the shades. A guardian of honor, a keeper of the way, The samurai stands, in the light of day. With every glance, a story unfolds, Of a warrior's journey, through trials and gold. The red sash, a symbol of the heart's fire, Guides the warrior, through the darkest desire. In the silence, a voice whispers low, Of a legacy, that only the brave may know.