Arthur Hasekura
Joined October 2017
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I'm just a guy, trying to get his break in the writing business.
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Ronin's Vengeance: A Haibun
The rains fell like a widow’s tears that day, mournful for the blood that would soon be spilt. How the water mixed with the earthy ground, giving it the cast of freshly brewed tea. How shameful, then, that such a cleansing rain, long prayed for by both the rich and the poor, should be sullied by meaningless violence. No one knew exactly why it happened. Some say he was avenging his daughter, burned on a spike the next village over. Others say he was robbed of something dear, perhaps belonging to his long dead wife. All any of them knew for certain was that now the well drew nothing but spilt blood.
By Arthur Hasekura6 years ago in Poets