Копи царя Соломона
The Last Stand of the Greys
"Mylightningspiercedthem; Ilickeduptheirstrengthwiththelightningofmyspears; Ishookthemtothegroundwiththethunderofmyshoutings.
"Theybroke—theyscattered—theyweregoneasthemistsofthemorning.
"Theyarefoodforthekitesandthefoxes,andtheplaceofbattleisfatwiththeirblood.
"Wherearethemightyoneswhoroseupinthemorning?
"Wherearetheproudoneswhotossedtheirspearsandcried,‘Heisasamanalreadydead’?
"Theybowtheirheads,butnotinsleep;theyarestretchedout,butnotinsleep.
"Theyareforgotten;theyhavegoneintotheblackness;theydwellinthedeadmoons; yea,othersshallleadawaytheirwives,andtheirchildrenshallrememberthemnomore.
"AndI—theking—likeaneagleIhavefoundmyeyrie.
"Behold!farhaveIflowninthenightseason,yethaveIreturnedtomyyoungatthedaybreak.
"Shelteryeundertheshadowofmywings,Opeople,andIwillcomfortyou,andyeshallnotbedismayed.
"Nowisthegoodtime,thetimeofspoil.
"Minearethecattleonthemountains,minearethevirginsinthekraals.
"Thewinterisoverpastwithstorms,thesummeriscomewithflowers.
"NowEvilshallcoverupherface,nowMercyandGladnessshalldwellintheland.
"Rejoice,rejoice,mypeople!
"Letallthestarsrejoiceinthatthistyrannyistroddendown,inthatIamtheking."
