STORY/ SCENARIO: Passing through a beautiful but remote spring landscape, an accomplished trainer ponders what will ultimately become of him.

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Blown by
In the blink of an eye,
See the pillowy petals the pear tree adorning:
To the wind thrown
From the day they are grown,
Till the sweet fragrance turns to the perfume of mourning.
Though I strive to remember the purpose I'm sworn to,
All the voices of springtime seem somehow to say,
'To decay and to die is the life we are born to,
To be flung like pear blossoms away (From day! For ay!)'

Laid bare,
Can I find or repair
The impregnable armour that glinted so sweetly?
For I fear soon,
Like the face of the moon,
Every torch meant to guide me shall vanish completely!
Will the strength of a warrior no foe can diminish
In the fast fading twilight fall prey to despair?
No, I'll never surrender - I'll fight to the finish -
Come and claim me, oh dark, if you dare! (Beware my stare!)