The eternal evanescence of the soul
Coupled with my corporeal ascent;
This life, the farce;
With the false poet, the protagonist.
The heart yearns for love, yet
the unscrupulous brain churns out ruthless ambitions
The idealistic psyche and the machiavillian mind
Wage a constant crusade for control of the being
The ronin searches for his cause
Amidst the wasteland;
Unaware that each step he takes
Serves to veer him further from the path of honour and glory.
