Raise the ire of the storm,
but never let it settle,
Stir up the thunder of the sea,
and watch its rushing revel.
Stare into the lion's eyes,
with unflinching glare set level,
Its roaring fangs an inch away,
never once forget your mettle.
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Where the water flows across so many well-worn cobblestones
1 comment:
This is great.
"rushing revel"
The control and word choice is as powerful as the images.
very impressive
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