A silver colored Chinese warrior stands facing the left. The plume of his dragon helmet, flows in the wind as he stands. Ma Chao the splendid, contemplates amongst the wind.
A poem is written to the right of the warrior, it says:
“The Silver Rider of the West”
Endless winds sweep across the Xiliang hills,
Gone are the warriors, lost in time’s fleeting chills.
The clang of steel and battle cries now fade,
Yet mountains still rise, beneath their shadows he remains.
With spear in hand, Ma Chao cleaved the sky,
His courage a flame that burned through the night.
But no spear nor sword can halt the river’s flow,
For even tigers must yield to the fading light.
The silver rider’s deeds, sung by the autumn breeze,
Echo through the land, though only silence sees.
The moon that once watched over his noble fight,
Now shines on empty fields, bathed in its pale light.
Success or failure, what meaning do they hold?
Only green peaks endure, steadfast and bold.
And yet, within each ripple, his legend is retold,
A tale of honor, unbroken, through the ages unfolds.
Art and a poem I wrote about Ma Chao from Romance of the Three Kingdoms. My favorite character in the series. ☺️
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