Bamboo Grotto
'sunlight falls like silk through bamboo branches, across somber stone, a babbling brook the only sound, not even a bird twitters, this solemn area, forgotten, has been the resting place of the sword for centuries, left here in this most secret of hiding places, littered with blossoms from the cherry tree, stained with the blood of fallen heros and lost tyrants, the blade rests, a respite from this unholy war, years have slipped by like water, the weapon of Death rests in peace.' Rex Clay Michael Dayringer 2/27/06