Scorpion fights against the Sun
Until the Sun and Moon go down
Comets weep and Leonids fly
Hunt the heavens and the plains
Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
The world to that destructive fire
Which burns before the ice-cap reigns.

And wades again to shore.
Where he had set a small fire
Well before his guests arrived
Compacted now to bright burning coals
Just right for a crispy exterior flaky interior
Καιρός του ποίησις