Apollo- The Warrior
Specter stirring veraciously; In the shadow of night
Tiger whizzing past; The clabbered tropical jungle
With streamlined carcass; And vision focused
Startling both assailant; And confidante alike
Strong, ambitious, disciplined; Acrid, draconian, menacing
But emotional, just, fair; Large-hearted, amicable, No!
No? ... Oh yes!
Dove perched on shoulders, Only to realize He too is a man
But Man- extraordinaire
Warriors there have been many, None like him
Heart of Gold and Spirit of the Masters
Leading men in all wars and battles stoutly
Venturing where men fear to tread even in dreams
Smile so tender, would melt a stone
Eyes so loving, would infest any vault
O’ Warrior! Live long
For only you make the Gods forgive
And induce them to bless mankind
All over Again!
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