JUDITH & HOLOFERNES
Conviction took her as she approached the wretch; he lay swooned from drink and debauchery. She gripped him by the hair as she brought his own weapon down upon his neck. Halfway did it stop and and he lay there breathing quietly from the cleft in his throat.
“Beast of land with tough neck as if of knotted wood!” she lamented.
Again a blow rained down sending the head of Holofernes rolling from the bed and across the carpeted floor of his tent.
“Glory! Glory! Glory!” crooned the scaled cherubs “do not settle as of yet, dear lady, bid your maid do retrieve the head and place it in a ration sack.” This she did, following the urges of the divine voices, and she rolled his body off the bed, and rent the canopy from its posts.