Her strong enchantments failing, br Her towers of fear in wreck, br Her limbecks dried of poison br And the knife at her back, br br The Queen of air and darkness br Begins to shrill and cry, br 'Oh young man, oh my slayer, br Tomorrow you shall die.' br br Oh Queen of air and darkness, br I think ‘tis truth you say, br And I shall die tomorrow; br but you will die today. br br (Written by A. E. Houseman - one of my all time favourites, and finding that it is difficult to find on the Internet, I felt obliged to share it.)br br Frank L.