Swift as Stars

I came from afar, bearing a blade and arrows. I stumbled into a vast world of cultivation and came to bear a lifetime of karma. A red robe stains the earth with blood; orange armor repels every poison. In blue robes, I grasp the Dao and know the will of Heaven. At an ancient temple, yellow robes find no peace. A blue crown holds the secrets of runes; green robes conceal the graceful shadow of a ghost. The board has stood for eternity, yet the clock never settles. At last, tears soak my purple lapel. I have no choice, though I am not heartless. At the sound of a bowstring, I slay a man from a hundred paces, swift as a shooting star!