Typhon, Cilicia’s curse of yore
A triform goatish portent bore,
With serpent’s sting and lion’s roar,
This Lycian land’s disaster.
Harmless at first, for sport ’twas bred
By Caria’s thoughtless king,
And by his innocent children led
Obedient to a string.
Anon its hellish blood grew hot;
It breathed a breath of fire,