Yukimura

Cold and crushing, ice abounds.
Cringing in the freezing void.
Trying to make heat to live.
Cursing as it slips away.
Ice does not care.
Triumphant in apathy.
Consuming life to nothingness.

Whispering winds blow in their home.
Waving their wings they boast excited.
Shielding the newborn stranger.
Even in the darkest places,
Where it seems beauty sacrifices the soul,
Happiness is to be found.
Life will go on.

(I tried to implement a few devices I learned about in class today. I was hoping that the first part would sound harsh, and the second would sound soothing. Ignoring the meanings of the words, did it come off that way to anyone?)

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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.