While I drink deep from cool Hippocrene Stream,
from climbing long trail up Mount Helicon,
I hear someone call my name, Hecatus,
so I turn around and look everywhere,
but Artemis is hiding among trees,
so I call her name to the empty sky.
Soaring up to High Castle on Golgotha,
I break through third wall of apocalypse
to smash computer racks of corporate banks
so eidolon of Satan dissipates,
which dispels cloud of doom shrouding the world
so people of Earth rejoice in the streets.