The Way of Kings. The Way of the Knight.
In times of chaos, where can one make a stand?
You once toasted empty fame; I once gazed at bamboo and yearned for peace.
A faint, hazy glow, a reflection in the lake.
Drunk on the battlefield, a man among champions.
The ancient zither's notes fade, leaving memories blurred.
Heaven's secrets are hard to fathom; parting in the rain.
The red dust of the mortal world, a game of life and death.
The celestial wheel departs, the imprisoned underworld falls still.
Snow's sorrow in the azure heavens, severed from the Yellow Springs.
Everything begins again.
