The Prophecy of Apollo

Pay no heed to that daughter of Dido:

My vengeance shall wrack her.

You speak the truth, but you must travel on.

The ancient voice is not stilled:

It lingers under sea.

Its tongue is now with malice filled

'Til its love's returned by thee.

It holds an evil older yet:

The ancient castle cracks.

Give to the servants their escape,

But list not to the seeker's japes,

For if the time should lose its shape

And deepest Death his prize still lacks,

Your mortal world shall pay the godling's debt.

You have my fire: through water now

And earth and darkness, ere see air again.

Light and Leto both be with you: 'ware my sister!