Unyielding, I wait, yet rigid and hot,
For the music of thine lord's infinite trot
To round the corner and lift my malice
Where it's long subdued in the six-starred palace.
Whom, without fear, naught turned but stayed?
O, thine lord, of emerald and jade;
Thy brilliance shadows what splendid attire
O laden with pearl, lined with sapphire.
Hark! The babe doth sail upon crocodile
To stir the crowd gathered near the Nile,
Who cannot help but catch a glimpse
Of O' what such magnificence!
Upon the marble and checkered floor
Lie the remains of a splintered door,
Shattered by the one and only feat
Of casting thyself down Omnipotent St.