First new moon touches perigee now as Venus goes direct
The time to draw one's bow and aim is over
No further need to reflect ...
Unless your sign be equine
Then hold your horses still
Though they're champing at the bit
Close the stable door
Or bolt beyond, those broncos will
Wooden Trojan stallion stand silently in wait
Flames of war burning all around
Can consume at any rate
Reign in thy steed noble knight
From high and haughty saddle
Must thee occasionally dismount
Lead ponies down to water's edge
Let them drink of their own account
Against symbolic windmills, like Don Quijote bravely tilt
Head cavalry through its last heroic hurdle
Upon mustang thy blood spilt!