A lesson of greys in a world of greyer
Where there is no clearity of heart
When two speak of chasms between
And men's cries rises from prisons
Of their own devising

Honor to bind or free
to break or mend
The path of honor winds
past consience beyond truth
The very same act that brings honor to one
shed dishonor upon his brother
The same sword that brings justice
dispenses with cold steel
And only you can say in your heart
as you look into it's glass
Weather or not the face you see
wears honor upon it's brow

(a page is missing here, on the next page neatly written in a fien hand is the following)

Half not always better than none
Half the pieces you have won
Choose now whisely or woe comes to all
Pride must come, then Shame must come
Then Death come to us all
Now these three devises curious must be
To seek the fragment Humility
Seek in circles, yet to find
What the turnings will unwind
Three the number,
three the game
Three the riddles none the same
Three the pieces to make one
Three the number
When you seek or fall
Followed by
nothing.... nothing at all