Lo! in a month will I

go back to my abode,

to those after a near death

the castaway, the cut off ones,

they shall slay and slaughter (with me)

this king and his kingdom.

.

Ever the numskull counts the sand

you and not the water drops

as the fools would say thy name

in sleeveless arms to banish me.

.

And he steals by stealing (everyday)

using a ruler's crown

of feathers and pure gold, not a sound

around this town.

.

But watch me, no longer!

for I will draw on you now

in every way I can to can

to devour thy blank seated

self and soul and sacred age

thee and myself can then meet.