Atop A Fiery Steed
Iron breasted heBore them down intoTriumphs pathEnter victorSquint eye and flash of toothAdamancy in smile a broad wind whence hearClapping of gods and thunderRage that climbed ever upward in some spiteTo storybook conceptionAll forgot all powerfulAll sin redeemed or so seemsPerish in no regardThe sleep the waking task so simpleNo formulae to entrust to give brace