Anger, risk, bullying, I felt a medieval mask
An executioner in a red robe, discarding souls
With mercy, and without hesitation, I grant the pardon
Little StuartBen and Ann discard, Armelia reminds me of hell
The hero sustains the pardon, and protects the triumvirate
He steps into adulthood, and takes an honored place on the altar
Stuart the YoungerMexico, a one thousand mile drive, dog at side
A restructuring of the brain, a journey to perfect oneness
A king arrives home, with food, and gifts, and blessings for all
The Pelican King
