Serpent-King

In the dark sky, in a round-dance
Azure stars are wheeling,
In the dark sky shines the moon,
A sickle golden-bright
From lairs, airless, subterranean,
On our journey stealing,
Into winter's warm migration
Creep we through the night.

Everywhere in field and forest
Paths for us unfolding,
Single-file through the dense thickets,
The first place is mine.
My bright crown is all aglitter
With its horns so golden,
And with a dark gleam reflected
All my scales do shine.

We have no need of defence
'Gainst dangers of the night-time,
Wizard sees us, spreads white linen
All our paths upon;
From my crown I'll cast to him
A glod horn gleaming brightly,
And upon the spread white linen
We'll go creeping on.

M. Bahdanovich 1910