Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free.
I, st. 4 - The Tower (1928) - Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen
Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare
Rides upon sleep: a drunken soldiery
Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,
To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free.
I, st. 4 - The Tower (1928) - Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen