Silent Samurai

silent samurai wind warriors
stand on many mountains
facing the dying sun
slivers of sun skewered
on their swirling swords
their dance at the death of day
silent sentinels
they fight for the spoils of wind
the blood of birds
drips from their blades
as they fill the sky
nowhere for them to go
above or below around or behind
only battle the blades
marvellous and majestic they are
intruders
invaders

By Drax