Sorely wounded in the soul <br />pressed and chased from shelter <br />With hard blows from purple storms. <br /> <br />He fled that dark land <br />And when safe on a distant hill <br />Saw demons prancing forth <br />Smashing with hammers his towering stone.<br /><br />Colin Ian Jeffery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/towering-stone/
