The Serpents head and its tail 

Beginning and end we often find 

Like the Sun whose found to never fail 

Following a course to which its confined

Perched upon the serpents tail 

Finding a crow and with its beak 

Is found to peck its belly—not a scale

The inward parts that do speak 

Found with many heads that seem to vary 

Growing more when one is removed 

Like an established end— you do yet carry 

Routes borrowed but an end— unmoved

For whether you are on sea or shore 

Eternal serpent devouring the end 

Understanding this Corvus Metaphor 

And the prophecy it’s said to lend