And now the multitude shout out anew—
“Hail, Pluto, mighty King!” great was the noise.
The quivering earth dissolved into the skies.
Above, below, around, was void and dark
For one whole day, until a vivid spark
Of crimson flame—in form a serpent’s sting—
Shot forth towards the mountain of the king,
And struck the base of the imperial throne,
Which shook with awe; and all the earth did groan;
A flash of light lit up the horrid zone;