The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE EQUINOX eyes of the gilded courtezan—Babylon, thou harlot of the Seven mansions of God’s Glory! But he kept it free from rust, sharp and glittering bright, so that when the time came wherein he should be called upon to use it, it might leap forth from its sheath like a flash of lightning from betwixt the lips of God, and slay him who had ventured to cross his path, silently, without even so much as grating against his bones.