A poem by Raea Adams


I follow my brothers to the other side

Forty-seven angels of vengeance

Left masterless.

Vigilant we stayed

Until the fiend was slain,

The code they transgressed;

We purified their wickedness.

In their home

The castle of Naganori;

Tainted by those who will be sorry.


As the cherry blossoms bloom

Feet of forty-seven ronin boom,

Overhead shinigami loom

Our fates colored in gloom.

Seppuku may mean death

But with honor

With honor we die,

For honor vengeance arrived.

My sword cleansing my soul

I die with honor.