What Seems To Us But Dim Funeral

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

For In The Night, Unseen, A Single Warrior, In Sombre Harness Mailed, Dreaded Of Man, And Surnamed The Destroyer, The Rampart Wall Has Scaled. He Passed Into The Chamber Of The Sleeper, The Dark And Silent Room, And As He Entered, Darker Grew, And Deeper, The Silence And The Gloom.