thou foe and friendly foe

O' aye! i see the night wantonly brewed,

Like the ale of the middle west,

O' peace with thou not my subtle mind subdued,

I may rest from the stormy hand of thine woes and unrest;

Two letters i got from thee, O' whirlwind,

Thy stampedes came hauntingly at my camp,

Like Sennacherib king of Assyria on Hezekiah skin;

Thou not heard his army went beyond earthly ramp

O' thou foe and friendly foe,

Reap now what thine sow,

O' aye! the darkness over the brim wallows

;Calling with a husky voice i seldom know,

Thy shadow came like the dunes and its hollow;

Thou a foe and a woe,

With thine thick darkly veil, thou cant see,

I call now every illumination of light,

Come forth thou and end all darkly spree,

Come forth, my humble knight.

I call thee God of Elijah, may thou begin;

Let the wind now cease !

I call thee every illumination of peace;

I command thee, whirlwind now cease !

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