Her strong enchantments failing
Her towers of fear in wreck
Her limbecks dried of poison
And the knife at her neck
The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry
'O young man, O my slayer,
To-morrow you shall die.'
O Queen of air and darkness,
I think 'tis truth you say,
And I shall die to-morrow;
But you will die to-day.
A.E. Housman
Dammit, I want fem
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