Why do you rail against the Moon?
Your sword unsheathed
And thus festooned with seeds of grief
All spent too soon..
Why do you rail against the sun?
The sword you drew
When time began.
My blood red tears they know no bounds
They scatter, shimmer on the ground
For you, my son, my Samurai.
They'll glisten as you fall upon
The sword that once protected you
As before within me you once grew
Why do you cut the very boughs
That held and nurtured you till now?
I do not understand you see
Why you would want to be set free