Terror-struck now, they bow their heads and shed their tans like snake-skin suits
As the inevitable full extent of the reckoning unfolds
And the scrolls are unrolled before their disbelieving eyes

These self-professed Titans now turn to pallid ghosts
As the great myth of invincibility
Shatters like a champagne flute - blasted by a soprano’s high note
And they who grew fat upon the flesh of others
Are pulled down into dripping caves and dragged through labyrinthine tunnels


Meanwhile, far away from off-shore maritime law, the true nobility
For so long held in grim captivity -
-They, driven by love, truth and empathy
Rise and fly like sprung angels.