I know that drum-roll, to dread.
What moves on up after.
In displays, legion-tufted;
A storm's wrath, administer.
Mark how they evoke, the drops
Lead of roman thrashing.
Effortless, when caused to lean
The bark-backed are crashing.
- til whips are restored to clouds.
And by decree of Wind
Have filed away all dutiful;
All dreadfully resigned.
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