“Fastest Storm by Stewart Stafford

The fastest storm fell over us,
A rapid drop down a lift shaft,
The moon's spotlight blocked,
Wrapped tight in venomousness.

And under a wicked hand fallen,
The venal and honourable in flux,
A pantheon of money and might,
Gloved hand night clawed larceny.

The storm passed, fading into folklore,
Only by swift valour blocking knavery,
Clouds parted, cataracts cleared eyes,
A renaissance spark became an inferno.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”