You sneezed and trees in fair Olympia
Awoke the god of gods from deepest sleep
In toppling turmoil rose and kissed your cheeks
As if a wind of change had come to greet
The dawn of dawns of Time and Sorrow gone.

Like liquid core about to crack the earth
Spew forth a golden storm of hate and hurt
Untempered torrents swept the land of Man
Like plague and famine both in search of leaves
My pen delined them all in greyest grey
But barely shivers felt or whispers heard
Among the living dead on this scorched Earth
The dawn of dawns beyond all comprehend.