Legion Corsairs’ Welkin

Legion Corsairs’ Welkin It’s a crime To pass you by In my sept-ballooned Airship zeppelin. Why would I not Stop in, Weigh anchor, And say “hi”? Standing on the deck Above in the air, a tiny speck Of nets and rigging and rope, Peering below through periscope. Rough-hewn glass cradled By iron pipes and woodenContinue reading “Legion Corsairs’ Welkin”

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