"That city burnt to brands and scarred ash,

Now home to wolf and ghost, there she did dwell.

T'was there, by subtle art and brutal lash,

The Demon-Queen made rule, and ruling, fell,

And falling, slept, yet not, for dead tongue's tell;

What dying; dreams, when dreaming; may awake,

And sleeping, live, yet dead. So sleeps Quetzel,

And thirsts for taste her dry tongue cannot slake,

For life and breath, a fast she dreams to break."