The Rape of Issus Out of the breathless night Creeps reluctant Dawn; A sickly ray of light Glimmers, and is gone. No scurrying creature slight From its nest has stirred; No bird is seen in flight; No sound is heard. Ten thousand ranks of men, Gaunt, unmoving, stand; A spectral blade is seen In each bloodless hand. The gloom begins to wane; A cloak of silence falls Over the ghastly scene; Destiny calls: A figure rises tall; The battle-cry is hurled; The hordes begin to fall, That shook the world!
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 13:32:06 +0000