My Nodachi.

The world is round,
Always carrying life,
As all life is bound,
And filled with strife.

Unsheathe the blade,
Fight for only peace,
The war was made,
To never fully cease.

For the old will wage,
The wars the young,
We fight the sages,
Here and already gone.

The heaven I've fought for,
The peace worth my life,
Hear the violence roar,
My ferocity is rife.