| Implacable tyrant of the heights, what a majestic sovereign condor you are, where you placed yourself in the most frozen peak abusing an undeserved power. Inhuman, you ruled over the weak, your mandate of harsh slavery. Infusing them with terror, how many men, sound of mind, did you enslave? You watched, unmoved from the tip of your head, your herd of slaves imploring you. Like a harsh crag, you refused, hardened against offering benevolence. Inclement, you didn't listen to the humble one: crudely despising their misery. Merciless, you demanded your tribute, from the one who came to beg you for your favors. Time passes inexorably onward, and in your gelled mountain, the sun departed. Already founded in your contact the ice rushed downhill. Unstable at the top, the false pedestal toppled, and from the cusp you fell over the valley; like an idol shattered into a thousand pieces. |