The Wild Fury of Orpheus

The madness of such warfare then increased. All moderation is entirely lost, and a wild fury overcomes the right. At last the stones that heard his song no more fell crimson with the thracian poet's blood before his life was taken. The main adds turned their threatening hands upon the many birds, which still were charmed by Orpheus as he sang. And then they turned on him,. Their blood-stained hands and flocked together swiftly as wild birds, which by some chance may see the bird of night beneath the sun.