|The Martial Artist (standard:poetry, 123 words)|
|Author: A.J. Sutton||Added: Oct 22 2004||Views/Reads: 1848/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is what I see as a true martial artist.|
His arm was broken, His legs were weak, He had used his all, Long past his peek, _____________________ His foe lay still, breaths short and fast, his life now wavered, He was down to his last, _________________________ The hero stood, sword in his left hand, he still had business, To fulfill his command, _______________________ He stood above him, sword dangling overhead, but he looked to the ground, his foe was almost dead, ___________________________ So he walked away, for his rival to live, He had done such a thing, His lord wouldn't forgive, ____________________________ He took up his knife, No need to explain, He slit his own throat, neither one died in vain... A TRUE MARTIAL ARTIST IS A KILLER WHO DOESN'T TAKE LIVES... Tweet
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