Masamune Tametomo
Bushi
Fold and coat and stack was all he knew
At that time of the forging.
Yet with each strike of the hammer, pride grew
In the masterwork blade he had wrought.
It was not the pride of an arrogant mind,
But the pride felt by the common man at a
Job well done at the end of a kind
Day's work and a warm plate at home.
He folded the last time and, careful
With his work, coated it with the
Cooling and quenching mixture of simple
And humble means using clay and minerals.
Once done, and the great masterwork blade
Sat coated in the clay mixture to cool,
Tametomo turned his attention to all that he made
And began finishing that what he had wrought.
As the first blade cooled, he took simple oak wood
And crafted the handle of the Katana.
He wrapped the wooden handle in leather and stood
The handle on the forge as he crafted the sheathe.
The sheathe was simple wood with lacquer
Dyed a dark, earthy tone.
For the smith, bright colors didn't matter,
It was the blade that shone through.
Once done, he began work on the shorter blade
And crafted the hilt from birch wood.
He wrapped the hilt in leather and made
The sheathe from dark lacquer.
Finally, he took the final blade, the great
Sword that spoke of great deeds and epic battles.
This hilt he made of Wroshyr that would not break
With the heavy use foresaw in the blade.
The sheath was of steel, though not of song.
A steel sheath for a legendary sword
Seemed only fitting to the smith, who longed
To match hilts and sheaths and swords as one.
At that time of the forging.
Yet with each strike of the hammer, pride grew
In the masterwork blade he had wrought.
It was not the pride of an arrogant mind,
But the pride felt by the common man at a
Job well done at the end of a kind
Day's work and a warm plate at home.
He folded the last time and, careful
With his work, coated it with the
Cooling and quenching mixture of simple
And humble means using clay and minerals.
Once done, and the great masterwork blade
Sat coated in the clay mixture to cool,
Tametomo turned his attention to all that he made
And began finishing that what he had wrought.
As the first blade cooled, he took simple oak wood
And crafted the handle of the Katana.
He wrapped the wooden handle in leather and stood
The handle on the forge as he crafted the sheathe.
The sheathe was simple wood with lacquer
Dyed a dark, earthy tone.
For the smith, bright colors didn't matter,
It was the blade that shone through.
Once done, he began work on the shorter blade
And crafted the hilt from birch wood.
He wrapped the hilt in leather and made
The sheathe from dark lacquer.
Finally, he took the final blade, the great
Sword that spoke of great deeds and epic battles.
This hilt he made of Wroshyr that would not break
With the heavy use foresaw in the blade.
The sheath was of steel, though not of song.
A steel sheath for a legendary sword
Seemed only fitting to the smith, who longed
To match hilts and sheaths and swords as one.