LXXVII. Entre deux mers dreslera promontoire, Que puis mourra par le mors du cheual: Le sien Neptune pliera voile noire, Par Calpre & classe aupres de Rocheual.
A promontory stands between two seas: A man who will die later by the bit of a horse; Neptune unfurls a black sail for his man; the fleet near Gibraltar and Rocheval.
A Father? I only knew the Orphan's love.
There was no Man for me, I was raised by Him!
The Great HE, who is what I am NOT!
My man, my Dad.
Though he has ten thousand Sons who hearken unto him.
Though his mouth spits nothing but flames that enrage me.
Though my own flesh is weak.
Though I am nothing.
He gives me strength.
He is, I am not.
When I do as he commands, I am great like Him.
When my Father is my Race, I am great like Him.
When my Pride is my Violence, I am great like Him.
When there is nothing for me, and all for him, I am yet still made Great in Him!
And when the bite kills?