A billion miles beyond the suns which gild the edge of space
Great Chaugnar dreams, and there is hate and fury on its face.
Explorers from the outer stars have glimpsed that glowing cone.
Have glimpsed the vast and silent shape asleep upon its throne.
When Chaugnar wakes, its mindless hate will send it voyaging far.
It may set Sirius adrift, or seek a humbler star.
A humbler star with satellites, small planets in its train.
And that is why I kneel before Great Chaugnar’s fane.
