tis of a fearless pamphleteer a story now i’ll tell / I was barely fourteen / my favourite age / when he came to our village / tall gaunt young man / darkly closed within himself / hard sharp handsome face / richly framed with sleek black hair / raven / I was idling at the village gate / wondering out at the roll and stretch of the countryside / unknown out of which he came / hero-weapon of rebellion / of roaming / freedoms eyes / leather clad / calling himself the antidote to poisons empire / flee grave conventional normality / ! / words glittered fierce and enchanting astride the battlefield of my fourteen years accumulation of lust and longing / my first love was this anarchist prince