Move, like cat hiding from light moving with shadows waiting to strike with mighty sword in hand and Percheron blade don't blink twice he will Avead black as night from east he slays the demeans held with in theses walls with one swift strike the dragon will fall wisdom of ages is the power he holds the secrets of the ninja cant be bought nor can be sold walking on water with nails beware spreading his magic and floating on air
I like the way you described the Ninja ;) Sometimes writing poetry is like practicing 'KungFu', flexing your writing muscles on different poetic styles....
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