Phantasmagoria

In motionless nightWhere Diana scans

The lay of the land

From her splendid height

A spectre stalks

The corridors

Of noble maws

And patriot hawks

Stirring slumber

The martyr leaps

As the unctuous sleeps

Through pounding thunder

His body stiffens

And as he shrieks

His bloodied cheeks

Become so ashen