Cauldron Black Ram Atop A Fiery Steed
Iron breasted he
Bore them down into
Triumphs path
Enter victor
Squint eye and flash of tooth
Adamancy in smile a broad wind whence hear
Clapping of gods and thunder
Rage that climbed ever upward in some spite
To storybook conception
All forgot all powerful
All sin redeemed or so seems
Perish in no regard
The sleep the waking task so simple
No formulae to entrust to give brace
