I flee to become shadow
That my name is lost
Among sky's wind
Filtered in ocean
You'll not find me
For my trail is respect
And few if any, hold that

I abandon
Because I've nothing to ground me
I leave
Because I've done all I can
To stay would condemn me
I'm going to shang-ri-la
With nothing to chain me
No one to bind me
Now I exercise, eat, work, sleep
Most of all I'll fade
From memories

Rid the former
I am the latter.

to the dragon I say:
"darkness was before me, darkness when I'm blind,
darkness when I slumber, what else when I die?"

for exile I say:
"cries you empty in, anger vents you out,
balance to live, to know, to vie."

illyria:
You learn that when you become king you're to destroy everything that is not utterly yours. That is how your reign persists.
To live forever, to conquer all, that is winning.
A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane, nothing but the force of his gale.
To win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition.