Absolutely massive is what I am. Greetings my esteemed audience, I am checking in with a quick video. I thought to read you all a poem from this fine book. Now perhaps you saw, I wrote a book review on it first link in the description box below. I can also say if you don't read the book review, you hurt me a bit but it's okay, I will try to forgive you. But anyway yes I can recommend the book if you wonder it's a really interesting book. Now I stumbled upon in it a song to meet us in the book. So I will read it for you and you will admire my poetic voice. So this is a song to meet us from Rudyard Kipling's Book of Pooc's Hill from 1906. A poem that beautifully expresses the spirit of Mithrasim, a song to meet us. Mithras God of the morning, our trumpets wake in the wall, Rome is above the nations but Thou art over all. Now as the names are answered and the guards are marched away, Mithras also soldier give us strength for the day. Mithras God of the newntide, the heather swims in the heat, our helmets scorched our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet. Now in the unguirt hour, now air we blink and draws, Mithras also soldier keep us true to our vows. Mithras God of the sunset, low on the west and main, thou descending immortal immortal to rise again. Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn, Mithras also soldier keep us pure till the dawn. Mithras God of midnight, here where the great bull dies, look on thy children in darkness or take our sacrifice. Many roads thou hast fashioned, all of them lead to the light, Mithras also soldier, teach us to die a right. How about that beautiful poetry? In all actuality I believe it's really good stuff. So anyway I simply wanted to check in, I enjoy reading poetry, I hope you do like it too and perhaps I will continue to do so. So anyway short poem by Rudyard Kipling. Now if you are interested in the rest of the book, do check out my book review. So good stuff, good stuff, now I will hit the temple of iron in the honour of Mithras