The slumbering snore baffled the sages. Long tattered rags masked the seismic rage. For eons, scribes waited with bated breath. Ominous groans bolted prophets out of sleep. Fickle throngs belabored on with stopped-up ears. Battle drums beat somewhere in time's vast space, Faintly thumping as if Hell were marching in place. The Great Bear rose, and the Red Dragon groaned, The Eagle fluttered while the Rose tilted and swayed. Have you not seen, have you not heard? The time is at hand; the end is beginning. Faintly a horn blasts in the distance dreamily. A weary few were watching and…