Fierce Spirit of the Glass and Scythe - what power
Can stay him in his silent course or melt
His iron heart to pity? On still on
He presses and forever Dark, Stern, all pitiless and pauses not
Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,
To sit and muse like other conquerors,
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.
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