Before the fault was found
Horae drew her bow
Raised it to his beating lungs
And let fire her flaming salvo.
His offense was that he breathed the air
Of the goddess.
For he spake his love in great excesses
His molten work;
He spoke to her often
About the banner over her
The fleeting glimpse he gave her ivory neck
As it bore nude cream to the sumptuous shoulders.
So, she drew forth her iron bow
And shot the crease of his ribs
And penetrated his collapsing lung.