So great a past to this should come!
The imperious Roman, banished, bared
Against Rome's walls a traitor blade.
But you—revenge is scarce your trade,
Hero, in faction's mazes snared.
The shirt of Nessus poisoned not,
Nor angered Hercules as you
Seem angered, poisoned. Yet you knew
On ARNIM's shield to bare the blot.
What should it say, Count HARRY's ghost,