If on this night I draw my mortal breath
Revealing lies couched in a lion's skin,
Know this: I do not shrink from noble death.
I go but further up, further in.
Now horn and hooves and teeth must do their work
Defending him who is both king and friend.
We must make haste; shine light to pierce the dark
To right the evil recent signs portend.
The stable door flies open; gaping maw!
How many victims must you soon devour?
The gap! The charge! The grasp! The fatal flaw!
The rabid mob will have me in their power.
From frantic din of voices, sudden peace,
Then on to lands where all is life and ease.