Hear then the Oath, witch-moon of blood,
dread moon!
Let all thy stryges and thy ghouls attend!
He that endureth even to the end
Hath sworn that Love’s own corpse shall lie
at noon
Even in the coffin of its hopes, and spend
All the force won by its old woe and stress
In now annihilating Nothingness,
This chapter is called Imperial Purple
and A Punic War.