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“The Mortal Tempest by Stewart Stafford In the tranquil, shaded crypt, Life's storms batter no more, Historia, the isolated remnant, Of an interior remembrance. The howling gale, a mourner's cry, Icy tendrils reaching to exert, The only possible pressure, On a shell in heedless slumber. A post-mortem death wish, Phantom projection of the morbid, To vacate an urn and soar, Swirling ash in the mortal tempest. © 2021, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Mortal Tempest by Stewart Stafford
In the tranquil, shaded crypt,
Life's storms batter no more,
Historia, the isolated remnant,
Of an interior remembrance.
The howling gale, a mourner's cry,
Icy tendrils reaching to exert,
The only possible pressure,
On a shell in heedless slumber.
A post-mortem death wish,
Phantom projection of the morbid,
To vacate an urn and soar,
Swirling ash in the mortal tempest.
© 2021, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.