This said, he sprang upon the stalwart Aac
Like maddened brute and roared—“Thy soul is black!
Defend thy life; strike swift or breathe thy last!”
While yet he spake his blows fell thick and fast;
Then Aac, in flaming wrath, stabbed deep his foe;
Their blood in mingling stream was quick to flow.
’Twas fierce and brief, the Prince was first to fall,
But wounded unto death, beyond recall,
Was he who thus avenged his country’s woes
And brought the reign of Aac to tragic close.