And he saw the phosphorescent
tower where the guard stood
gazing at the before him expanse
outside the great holy Palace
and the prophet shivered when
he saw the burning flames
which stirred and rose much
like the sun, though flames with
black tongues that spoke and
warned that the Hellenic soil
was trampled and the enemy
was marching against the Polis
the primeval enemy the follower
of Muhammad, the Lord’s
anger is the curse of the Hellenes.
To the Arms, to the Arms.
The Turk!
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