“Fastest Storm by Stewart StaffordThe 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.”