As Long As There Are Men The

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.