Blinding was the banner bright beside her
True, the tales they already told:
Already twice a hero, twice a saviour!
Wonder not we rallied when she called:
To no more slay, nor spare to slay again
To spill no more new blood for wrongs of old
To no more trim the rot, but trace the trail
Back to the bitter source and burn it cold
So when she broke the seal, we stood beside her
Dared with her to delve the long descent
Met, in serried ranks, the roaring magma
Beat, and bound it back —
But we had spent
A day too long, beyond the mortal seal
Our lives too short, to end in such a quest
Jenkins Rising 