Fight like this is your last battle

a million men rushed in,
one walked out.
his blade like a red candied lolly.
in his wake ,the silhouette of the grim reaper
has the apocalypse arrived?
if so is this man death himself?
more rushed in,more were swatted like flies
the shogun cowered in fear
the army was in disarray .
out of the chaos walked a mere child,
walked over to the red mist.
pulled out a katana,
tempered from the blood of a god .
swung,popped the mans's head like a pimple.
the child turned to the shogun and said,
'he aint death.he's dead.'