The Master wields his sword of wisdom,
As the pupil feigns life's foil.
Prisoner of expectation,
Wary of Fate's vigilance,
Bequeathed to ancient virtue.

As the magnificent samurai affirm,
One' hardened heart shields the
Weakness of humanity.
But a higher order reigns supreme,
As time passes one towards mortality.

The pupil rides the untamed stallion,
A warrior of righteousness.
Yet, the riddle of harmony and peace,
Remains but a fleeting glory.

Is Man's eternal quest for serenity and
Salvation an endless journey?
To the Master,
Faith, is a shield of wisdom,
Predestined on wings of time.