THE EQUINOX
eyes of the gilded courtezan—Babylon, thou harlot of the
Seven mansions of God’s Glory! But he kept it free from
rust, sharp and glittering bright, so that when the time came
wherein he should be called upon to use it, it might leap
forth from its sheath like a flash of lightning from betwixt
the lips of God, and slay him who had ventured to cross
his path, silently, without even so much as grating against
his bones.