Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Rurouni Summer ❯ Rurouni Summer ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
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I am a wanderer, a Rurouni if you will.
My name is only famous, for my sword, and it's skill.
These hands that grip this sword, have killed many in my time,
Each soul lost, dead against my blade, whether or not had they committed a crime.
So many have been frightened if the Battousai lurk near,
Their blood racing with uncontrollable fear.
No one alive can tell the story like I,
For everyone who had seen me, had a destiny to die.
This is not something I'm proud of, no badge that I wear,
I hated my past, and the lack of my care.
I had slain so many, that even one I loved had died,
She had fallen like so many others I killed, despite how I tried.
For my absence of strength, and my will to fight,
I am looked at as nothing, but a weakling not worth plight.
I do not care what a swordsman thinks I should,
I only care about what is just, and what is good.
If it is true, that a samurai must fall in the peak of life,
I guess I am no samurai at all, despite all the strife.
I have been challenged by many, and those many too have fallen down,
But this time, they do not fall to their own blood on the ground.
I cannot turn my back on the sword I once had use,
For it's part of me, a part that I cannot choose.
I cannot stop myself from holding this sword,
But I can stop from killing, that is the accord.
Though this new era has changed by such a start,
I know it is a time, when the sword has fallen to the heart.
Things have changed, and a new generation begun,
However, the past cannot be changed, nor can it be shun.
It will cling to the west winds like a lost leaf in fall,
To remind us of those who have fought for our peace, to remind us all.
The seasons will change, and a new year will be born,
Eventually we will forget all the blood shed, and the hearts that have been torn.
If I could have but one hope, a wish on a star above,
It would be that everyone would stop for a moment, lie down their swords, and remember those they love.
I have said many things, that mean nothing right now,
But eventually you will remember, when your minds will allow.
At this moment, I feel I have said everything I wanted to,
And done all that I wanted to do.
All I can say,
At the end of this day,
Is that no right man should kill and make a fortunate claim,
I was one, but now I am a simple wanderer, and Himura Kenshin is my name.
I am a wanderer, a Rurouni if you will.
My name is only famous, for my sword, and it's skill.
These hands that grip this sword, have killed many in my time,
Each soul lost, dead against my blade, whether or not had they committed a crime.
So many have been frightened if the Battousai lurk near,
Their blood racing with uncontrollable fear.
No one alive can tell the story like I,
For everyone who had seen me, had a destiny to die.
This is not something I'm proud of, no badge that I wear,
I hated my past, and the lack of my care.
I had slain so many, that even one I loved had died,
She had fallen like so many others I killed, despite how I tried.
For my absence of strength, and my will to fight,
I am looked at as nothing, but a weakling not worth plight.
I do not care what a swordsman thinks I should,
I only care about what is just, and what is good.
If it is true, that a samurai must fall in the peak of life,
I guess I am no samurai at all, despite all the strife.
I have been challenged by many, and those many too have fallen down,
But this time, they do not fall to their own blood on the ground.
I cannot turn my back on the sword I once had use,
For it's part of me, a part that I cannot choose.
I cannot stop myself from holding this sword,
But I can stop from killing, that is the accord.
Though this new era has changed by such a start,
I know it is a time, when the sword has fallen to the heart.
Things have changed, and a new generation begun,
However, the past cannot be changed, nor can it be shun.
It will cling to the west winds like a lost leaf in fall,
To remind us of those who have fought for our peace, to remind us all.
The seasons will change, and a new year will be born,
Eventually we will forget all the blood shed, and the hearts that have been torn.
If I could have but one hope, a wish on a star above,
It would be that everyone would stop for a moment, lie down their swords, and remember those they love.
I have said many things, that mean nothing right now,
But eventually you will remember, when your minds will allow.
At this moment, I feel I have said everything I wanted to,
And done all that I wanted to do.
All I can say,
At the end of this day,
Is that no right man should kill and make a fortunate claim,
I was one, but now I am a simple wanderer, and Himura Kenshin is my name.