A golden knight he stood, a golden knight....
He rides away, the crimson cloud dissolves....
One other picture burns within my brain,
Like white-hot sand; and will burn now until
I go into the trap tonight.... Again
The dust cloud rose, and from a little hill
I saw the sheen of spearheads at its rim,
And near the rim a spot of black that grew,
Grew, grew, till earth and sky alike were dim;
For there was nought but it in earth and sky....