De pulveri nitrato arcula

Ecce resplendet lepidum usque cornu
Saeviter rapto nitido iuvenco
Pulveri atrocis ducis ut nitrato
    Arcula fiat.
Martis extusum modo tunc triumphis
Rite peractis, micat eleganter.
Sic erat quondam; modo triste pendet
    Tempore capto.

On the Powderhorn
Behold an elegant horn continually gleams, a lovely bull having been savagely despoiled so that it may become a ferocious general’s gunpowder horn. Created at one time for the triumphs of war duly performed, it shines elegantly. Thus it was once upon a time, now it hangs sadly as time stands still.