He was the last, for his kind was extinct
The Lone Samurai his blade was drawn
Against his foes, fighting became instinct
And no darkness could turn him to their pawn
Every strike he made, calculated and cold
So even today they tell his story so kids do as their told
However there was no reason that he battled on
Lack of purpose consumed him until he was gone
Rage
\"You\'re a disappointment to your parents and to me.\"
This she snarled at him so he couldn\'t be free
\"You\'re just selfish and you\'ll never change\"
Despite the anger, he simply put the words out of range
However each night, it stirred within him
As he lay in bed, running through his limbs
A white-hot fury that he vowed to contain
For he was a coward, and didn\'t want to bring pain
So he endured the countless insults each day
Showing no bitterness, he had nothing back to say
Within him this rage began to flourish and grow
He knew it would be his ultimate foe