We Battle On In Words, As Always,

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.