47 samurai

Forty seven who served and died



Giri and Bushido their binding cords



That drove them to draw their swords



Into karmic destiny they did ride







Two years laid waste to cherry blossom nights



Drinking and whoring delayed their plotting



Falling down drunks no fear were they breeding



Lord Kira spied on Samurai blights







Genroku fifteenth the oath is reborn



While the wind did howl and the snow did fall



Forty seven Ronin heeded the call



To honor their master their actions forsworn







To the beat of a drum and without delay



Lord kira's abode they did storm



Over his retainers forty seven did swarm



Heading the lessons of ten-shin Sensei







Hiding in the shadows Lord Kira was found



Bushido bound they gave him a chance



To end it all with the seppuku dance



For him the terror no words could resound







Without a word he was sent to his grave



Off came his head



Blood so red



Time to leave Kira's enclave







In sengaku-Ji to their masters grave



The story before them had traveled its way



With praise and drinks onto the end play



Celebration fitting for those so brave







Against the shoguns will the forty seven did act



Warriors true right up to the end



Standing shoulder to shoulder their oath will impend



They followed Bushido, filial piety fulfilled by their pact







Thou shalt not tread the same soil as the enemy of thy Lord



Thus their duty done



They took their lives beneath the rising sun



Forty seven died by the spirit of the sword











Death poem



tahdachi ya



toshi to kitte



koromogae







Time to go



They say the journey is a long one



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