After a journey of ten thousand days, the last loyal man did come to rest by the long river. He wore his only garments: those of battle, for every stitch a fellow lost beside him. So too his master and brother, killed in fires of jealousy. He stopped his horse along the river.
lanterns without light
they measure off the hillside
banners on each back
His enemy grew in number, dozens strong, with spears both high and thick. The clouds drew close, and from them fell the arrows. This is his final task.
Shafts of Autumn rain
he reaches to catch each one
gifts to bring his lord
He is a ronin (master killed by a jealous rival) but also has a horse, so one palette in the preview, the other here.