Once a sibyl bowing to a prince

Surrendered the key to the Underworld.

There in Earth’s carven skull

Sat a king in a cavernous hall.

“What do you want, unwanted guest?”

The voice chalky, the eternal pumice

Of Time rubbing its ancient horns.

“An eye, sire, that slices art from love.”

Down from the vault came an oracular clarion.

Tara!  Tara!  Eva!  Engel!