A creeping shadow
over the vast land
enemy of the empire
defender of the weak
warrior of honour
he walks always
alone.
he draws his blade for none
and sheathes when he pleases
for he is ronin
and none control him.
His sword thirsts
for the blood of the wicked
It hungers for the flesh of the twisted
And plunges deep into the black hearts
of men overcome with greed.
Once a noble samurai
now lordless and solitary
Betrayed by a close friend
cast out by his family
Walking the lands
of the emerald empire
He is ronin
and none control him.
