what we fear is the strength left in the dying beast   the will to rise, wounded but unencumbered   sides full of arrows and lungs full of blood   the mercy fled from tortured eyes   the last maddened leap towards anything at all   breaking steel on Baile's strand or   jumping ship with knife in hand   "I wil take you down, down   If it takes me   I will take you"      the waves have mastered him   the waves have mastered him      "An end to words. Deeds now.   The world is shaken.   The deep and secret way of thunder   is rent apart.   Fiery wreaths of lighting flash.   Whirlwinds toss the swirling dust.   The blasts of all the winds are battling in the air,      and sky and sea are one.   On me the tempest falls.   It does not make me tremble.   O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun,   behold me. I am wronged."         Aeschylus Prometheus Bound ln. 1187-1198.