
Here I go, again.
I luv this design, it reminds me of something I read in Israel My Glory;
Lord Byron's The Destruction of Sennacherib,
And, there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and rust on his mail:
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.......
And, the might of the Gentile,
unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord !