I wish I could say this was inspired by something more monumental, like a big life event or existential epiphany, but the truth is far simpler: The Ghost of Tsushima is just that great.
In every way, the game is an (A+) work of art. While the duels among cherry blossoms and battles amid flames are thrilling in their own right, I’m in it for picking flowers, petting foxes, writing poems. If it weren’t for all the swinging massive razors and duty-bound murder parties, I’d HELLUV been a samurai. But since those things are kind of a package deal…oh well.
May I present, some amateurish poetry…
- Haiku
Pause, breath, and reflect.
Flower on a windy cliff,
breathe and be nourished. - Moon
A light amid dark
Silent, blossoming brilliance
Gate to the cosmos - Supper
Food in my belly
Warmth spreading through my body.
This is just the best
Ah, we have fun, don’t we?
Til’ next time, everyone.
The Light of Day 