When the Lion at his pleasure comes
To the watering place to drink, ah see!
See the lesser beasts of Aetolia
Scatter like blown leaves in autumn,
Like air-borne seedlings in the spring,
Like grey clouds that part to let the first star
Of the god shine down upon the earth.

-Not mine to claim, but its good.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Severin, in the year 91 MA.