Sol 6.1

  1. And many a vile, unjust poet pours forth words,

    Like a dim-sighted wood-gatherer gathering in the dark of night.

  2. I confronted him after forbearance, and terrified him,

    With a mighty, gaping thrust that sends shields flying apart.

  3. I chose it, enduring through the ages and of proven force,

    Its mark is clear when the consequences come.

  4. With it I scattered what he had amassed before it,

    As the stars scatter away from the sun of day.

Sol 6.1