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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