The Pelican King

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 Stuart

Ben 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 Younger

Mexico, 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