Mister Panderson

Fifteen seasons pass and the bodies are swallowed by the ground

Fourteen confident steps to exit the clearing

Thirteen breaths inhaled and slowly exhaled

Twelve seconds of silence spent in quiet contemplation

Eleven blood drops trickle from a blade held aloft

Ten words of power spoken with resounding force

Nine whispered strokes exchanged in quiet struggle

Eight blades drawn ringing through the night

Seven shadows emerge from the darkness

Six heartbeats pass and nothing happens

Five seconds later concealed from all sight

Four as we curl into a roll

Three with the hand to cushion the fall

Two feet landing silently on the ground

One Megapanda enters the world