—NOTRONOK! Dastard, traitor,
Elysium ensnared in wavering ribs; 
gasping, gasping, graced by baptism unbridled. 
Tears burned, skin blackened; bathed by the breadth of a second(?) sun— 
rushing fire, choking dust, its scalding tendrils raze the sands to ash! 
On horseback He rides, coughing, wasting; 
on horseback He rides, intoxicated, deafened, denatured 
by the rapture— through which, impossibly,
He lives.
Though the nameless horse, starved and atrophied, 
rests its eyes and falls. 
NOTRONOK staggers forth, delirious, 
mystified by the post-arma;
infinite vague...