Yukimura

My accuser stares.
I plea from my heart.
I don't think he cares.
Hasn't from the start.

From above he looks.
Ashamed at my deeds.
Guilt wells up within.
Doesn't know my needs.

Self decieving lies.
I know what they are.
Open eyes to truth.
Really wasn't far.

Wicked deeds confessed.
Accuser impressed.

*edit: I have been told that I goofed Iambic Pentameter. Darn worthless high-school english classes. I probably should have looked it up before writing. Nonetheless, both I and the request-maker are pleased, so I'm just going to leave it. If someone wanted to see it done correctly, post so and it shall be done.*

*edit2: Thanks willravel. I appreciate the encouragement.*

*edit3: Okay, apparently I'm too picky to let this slide, so I'm going to fix it. Here goes.*

How much more can I let slide by myself?
How many times can I feign denial?
I bottle my conscience up on the shelf.
Avoid the judge, suspend the trial.

Here my growing comes to a complete stop.
Though my spirit continues its swelling.
I feel a shell and one quite soon to pop.
Something inside my heart, it is yelling.

Though guilt is gone a void does consume.
The numb is worse than suffering feeling.
A demon's form shadow does now assume.
I cry hopeless for forgiveness healing.

In burning light wicked sins now confessed.
No anger, the judge seems almost impressed.

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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.