• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12

Fate’s Early Arrival

A warrior undone, no comfort
from man or wife. The great king
beat the sphinx, but where is he
now? The moon’s face is distorted.
No measure of armor can keep
the delicate pins from carrying out
their rough task. We have found it
to be true. Ribbons of blood await.
It is clear: exile is the last answer,
and we are all bound.