A Lone Path in the Snow

A Lone Path in the Snow
A poem chronicling the life of "Big Pan," a swordmaster from the city's founding era. For those who wield the blade, fear becomes their scabbard.

I fear my blade might split the clouds,
Suddenly seeing comrades trapped in battle's shroud.
My sword breaks through eons, old fears fade away,
Snow blankets a thousand miles as truth finds its way.
Monkeys roam deep valleys through hollow caves,
Dogs trace moonlit paths where wilderness behaves.
No need for fame to follow after death's release,
When cold steel brings my soul its inner peace.