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“Dark Child by Stewart Stafford

Moondust down the fire curtain
Carried Syd to the darkest side,
Trespass became a prison term,
A non-compos mentis dark child.

From gambolling nymph with a lute,
To an imp falling over instruments,
A thousand-yard stare sucked in,
Vacant eyes drew like a black hole.

Riderless horse, a living déjà vu,
The spectral shell of our brother,
Ambled towards us at his nadir,
We wept for the shuffling stranger.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford