8 Trigrams - Succumb

Heretical bandits rove the streets

With heads low and eyes straight

Red fists and volcanic emotion

Headless fighters and spirit guards

Are in a war with mortals

Shadowboxers moving in unison

And covered by protective charms

Unfearing and unharmed

Know your childlike idolatry is an insult

One by one

Vultures are rightfully executed

His spear crowned by the head of a proselyte

Acts as a trophy