And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the Pharaohs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard.
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten legends, and truths best left untold.
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The Daemon Sultan blew the dust away.