Another little piece dreamed up on the train, this time heading back from York to London.

Legendary 4/5


At the deep-seated altar of the soul
Is a plinth to sacrifice fears,
Transform altar to anvil
And beat down on temper,
Refine my deeds,
Wipe the slate clean,
Pile word upon tale
Like Pelion on Ossa.
To reach the very vault of the sky
I surge on a lightning resolve
Fuelled by determination of
A temple self apotheosis.
I am stardust and dreams.
I am internally divine.
I am lead turned to gold.
Ozymandias in his fortress.
Fusion reactor of awesome.
I am legen-

Wait for it…