It was quiet among the bamboo,
Only the hushed knocks of the poles,
Crashing together when the wind,
Rustled their slumbering masses.
Waiting for eternity, the Eyes stared,
Wondering where the pursuer currently patrols,
Wishing the forest would part to show the,
Waging war in the mountains and grasses.
If the warrior had suddenly disappeared,
Objective remembrance would allow,
Choices shown in the past battle,
Revealing the pursuer was above.
Frightening speed drove the attacker,
Fighting the bamboo as soil to a plough,
Flying tears falling like deadly rain drops,
Forgiving his brother out of pure love.
Thats it. Part 1 done!
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