Satoshi the Lart

The longest winter, white snow
Beyond the shadow of the pass
I see a lone plum blossom
It shivers in the breeze
My blood cold
My heart colder
The void manifest


https://youtu.be/wGfguhnvECc?si=I4D7mxHmWeyA3dct (By Lillian A Whyte, Poet of Olni)

He fought on the blood-soaked fields, where futures are torn apart,
He fought under stormy skies, with a rebel's heart.
He fought for lords he despised, in wars not his own,
He fought with a fury fed by bones chilled to the marrow.

He stood when others fell, his resolve a silent vow,
He stood against the whips, his back never bowed.
He stood in the eye of the storm, where lesser men would break,
He stood, a lone reed unyielding, in a cruel and ruthless lake.

He walked through flames of villages, ash under his soles,
He walked into the forest’s grasp, where darkness swallows whole.
He walked in chains, led by fate’s ungentle hand,
He walked into the arena sands, where his blood met the land.

He dreamed of freedom’s breath, sweet as spring's first bloom,
He dreamed in the pit’s depth, amidst the gloom.
He dreamed of a life beyond the arena’s gate,
He dreamed of a destiny master of his own fate.

He rose from the ashes of his burned village,
He rose from the defeat of every brutal pillage.
He rose in the arena, where death was a sport,
He rose each time, his life too stubborn to abort.

He endured the taunts of those who saw him less,
He endured the pain, each night more not less.
He endured the betrayals, the promises unkept,
He endured, into his soul the sorrows crept.