Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.