And they--they ran away! Like a queen I bowed benevolently to the right and to the left--and they, queer people--they ran away.

What do you think?
Why did they run away?
What do you think?
Look into my eyes.

Do you see in them a certain glimmer and a flash?
The rays of my crown blind your eyes, you are petrified, you are lost.

I shall soon dance my last dance---do not fall.

I shall coil into rings, I shall flash my scales dimly, and I shall clasp my steel body in my gentle, cold embraces.