“Fate, Destiny, Circumstance, Sit before me, Laughing, Mocking, Pointing, Reveling in my pain, And hers. Staring into their eyes, Smiling, I pull the Katana, From across my back. The laughter, Dies, As realization dawns. In one beautiful, Practiced, Fluid strike, I lop off all of their heads, Watching, As they roll across the floor. I place my weapon, Onto my back, In it's scabbard, As I know, I shall need it again. I take her hand, And together, We walk off, Giggling, Into a beautiful life, An exquisite Love.”
