rum!

In the distance flashes an
image.  A great lion is
running towards the eunuchs.
He wears a crown encircled
with twelve gems and seven points.
His eyes blaze like fire but his
voice is gentle as morning.
"Where are your women?" he asks.

"We have seen none but you," say
several of the eunuchs.

Soon there is a rattling as
of bones in the desert.  From 
all directions come skel'tons
plodding as if weary.  The 
lion looks at both eunuchs 
and skel'tons.  The lion weeps.

"O Jerusalem Jerusalem
you who kill the prophets
and stone those sent to you
how often I have longed 
to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her chicks

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