Beautiful, beautiful was Norhala--as Isis punishing Typhon for the murder of Osiris; as avenging Diana; shining from her something of the spirit of all wrathful Goddesses.
The flaming hair whirled and snapped.

From all her sweet body came white-hot furious force, a withering perfume of destruction.

She pressed against me, and I trembled at the contact.
Lawless, wild imaginings ran through me.

Life, human life, dwindled.

The City seemed but a thing of toys.
On--let us crush it! On--on! Again the monster shook beneath us.