Classic Poem

Against Death,
Warrior-girl, let us go, let us battle ...
Against great Death, the foe, foe,
Let us wheel our battle-chariot wing'd with song's white horses
And charge the slants of the sky dashing against the dragon ...

Veering we wheel, the blade of glory flashing,
And my young hair-streaming love is my charioteer in the heavens ...
" Death unto Death," she shouts, nerving me with unslayable daring ...
Up against the monster we go, and a day and a night we battle ...

Ho, we shall hack the horror
Till we topple the hairy spew to the wallow of hell,
Till the chant of our victory shivers into shatters the icicle stars crashing about us.