Her strong enchantments failing, <br /> Her towers of fear in wreck, <br />Her limbecks dried of poison <br /> And the knife at her back, <br /> <br />The Queen of air and darkness <br /> Begins to shrill and cry, <br />'Oh young man, oh my slayer, <br /> Tomorrow you shall die.' <br /> <br />Oh Queen of air and darkness, <br /> I think ‘tis truth you say, <br />And I shall die tomorrow; <br /> but you will die today. <br /> <br />(Written by A. E. Houseman - one of my all time favourites, and finding that it is difficult to find on the Internet, I felt obliged to share it.)<br /><br />Frank L. Ludwig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-strong-enchantments-failing-a-e-housman/
