Once, you have read, the round world brimmed with hate,
Stirred and revolted, flashed unceasingly
Facets of cruel splendor. And the strong
Harried the weak ...
Long past, long past, praise God,
In these fair, peaceful, happy days.
The Tale:
Eastward the Huns break border,
Surf on a rotten dyke;
They have murdered the Eastern Warder