Orion
When glorious Orion strides the night —
Red Betelgeus sat on his shoulder high,
Bright Rigel at his knee, club raised to strike
His quarry with its shining potency;
His triple-studded belt blazing his name
Before the keenest sight can mark his face —
The evil powers of the dark retire
To their dim, dismal dens!. No dragon, witch or ghost,
Dæmon or Djinn, dare brave his potent power
Nor risk detection by his eye. Foremost
Of mighty hunters is he known; no prey
Can make escape once he begins the chase.
Innocent souls need feel no slightest fear whilst he
Patrols the heavens in his splendid majesty!.