The traits of his thoughts, as cloaked in
An iron shield's confidence
Now to blaze around its edges
Seen as; when a-flame are brought down
Worlds in warring turbulence.
There are cliff-sites, which overlook
A storm's upheaval below.
Shorelines, unperturbed, with the time's
Lulled posture, til the demons
Do madness upon them blow.
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