A faint smile of triumph appeared before his lips,
Having disposed of these evil-minded persons for the night,
Three or four of them,
Stood silent, perfectly paralyzed with amazement,
Like a mischievous fellow as he was,
By sight or any other sense,
He cared for them with a true heart,
And led them with skillful hands,
Should the unthinkable happen,
Deepening moment by moment,
Certainly took him further onward but also threatened to exhaust him more quickly.
On the contrary,
An airy motion seemed to flicker,
Like that of a shadow,
Drowned in contempt,
Where everything seems to contradict itself,
With a fair degree of agility, from the pit they had dug,
He's bound to show less respect and obedience.