the tempest’s scourge, a poem

From this dark obliterating course
let angels come
and lead me to the light.

A ship straining
under fierce gusts
and precipitating force
whirlwind swept
through the white ridges
of a chafed sea.

Blast on blast
wave on wave
rising higher
and higher still
fierce necks that writhe
beneath the tempest’s scourge
a serpent struggling
in the vulture’s grasp
spiraling up into a beauty
from which there is
no return.

– percy at shadow of iris
:http://www.shadowofiris.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/the-tempests-scourge.mp3|titles=the
[Creatively adapted from Percy Bysshe Shelley" s Alastor]

the calm of thought, a poem

He woke under the full moon
to find a veiled maiden sat near
singing in low solemn tones;
her voice,
the voice of his own soul
heard in the calm of thought
a melody of woven sounds;
streams and breezes
crackling leaves
birds and crickets;
his inmost sense
suspended in its own web
a multi-colored iridescent net
of shifting hues
from which freedom
would be a loss.

– percy at shadow of iris
:http://www.shadowofiris.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/the-calm-of-thought.mp3|titles=the
[Creatively adapted from Percy Bysshe Shelley" s Alastor]