The skies were full of color, great broad bands ...
Crimson like pigeon’s blood, blue like the sea,
Yellow like old, old ivory.... The stars waned.
Next day we parted. Friend, friend of my youth,
What have you now to say? Today I make
The last decision, take one course of two,
Be saved or lost ... friend ... friend ... friend of my youth....
“Caesar, the swords are ready,
The swords you have tempered long,
War and peace are held in your hand,