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“Maelstrom Rock by Stewart Stafford O, obsidian jagged island, This playground of the gods, Distant white novice waves, In warhorse slam into rock. Be this witchcraft or wit's raft? Conducting the vast elements, With lava-hot passion mustered, Spinning whirlpool shipwreck tales. A walker between the winds comes, Both Nature and shaman within it, Of coral and shell and weed growth, Compassion at flaying whip's end. Bid goodbye to the demi-paradise! On the gloomy prow, watch it flee, An aria's dreams of magic ebbing, Freed thralls clasp earthly chains. © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Maelstrom Rock by Stewart Stafford
O, obsidian jagged island,
This playground of the gods,
Distant white novice waves,
In warhorse slam into rock.
Be this witchcraft or wit's raft?
Conducting the vast elements,
With lava-hot passion mustered,
Spinning whirlpool shipwreck tales.
A walker between the winds comes,
Both Nature and shaman within it,
Of coral and shell and weed growth,
Compassion at flaying whip's end.
Bid goodbye to the demi-paradise!
On the gloomy prow, watch it flee,
An aria's dreams of magic ebbing,
Freed thralls clasp earthly chains.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.