Cried Hollo

Oh, paradisiacal death, I wait upon you with rapacity

To lift my highest fantasy

And which I trip the light fantastic

All torsos proceeds with drastic rapture

Yet, ill-omened fear passed none’s heart

Till dances purged from stagnant bodies

Squalls pursue all who attend

And the horror of the races

Traveled rapidly to a marvelous panic

The masses cried hollo orison to God

As the fallen ruptured mortal life from the living

Dance! Breathless like the near by trunk

And perhaps the fallen cease to consume