A Graceful Fire

A Graceful Fire

I was and still am Counseled by motherly wisdom and molded by fatherly fright
The brilliance of my person only comes to be through the grace of the noble leon and the strength of the beautiful bull

Their blood and sacrifice produced a bearer of life and truth
One unfazed by the lonesome guilt when taking a righteous stance
In meekness I was clothed kept as a mighty sword until the day of battle

Where my raiment radiates as a flaming cherub of the heavens
The mystery of the dark was brought to light by high ranking knowledge
That which was planted righteous intent brought forth passioned principles of peace

I was taught to roar in love the only just cause
To Be stubborn for a success of the soul amidst all resistance and to see the path ahead with eyes from a varied dimension and the imagination of the seas.

Brethren, You must know of the great depths of this union
How imperishable a treasure it is as even in separation
The spirit of this bond holds its authority

For A Master of knowledge instructed me and a force of honor cultivated
My heart for war and my arms for defense Rage for that which is wicked
And Faith in that which is good, knowing it shall all prevail in the end

The Master to his learning to this day whispers the sweet truth that is pleasing to his being.

So Still stands the Oak of great honor that gave the blueprint
For the domain of discipline founded upon the pillars of life he laid so very carefully

The one he established in his temple which now stands as a memento of Masculine Magnificence here and now

This is how he discovered his way in the barbarian kingdom through the law of the jungle
By learning of the nature of the game

In this dark the bleak he faced was nothing but a blink to his person
And this is how he faced the dark by being a connoisseur of chaos
Collecting all the wiles of my defeat, and using those experiences to flourish as a vine in a field of gravel

Through my walk through the chaos and through the rage
Desires of a Warlord formed within me and the young don became incarnate
I learned of the beauty of my brokenness and how it served me well in my perpetual vacancy

This brethren is when I learned, death is my friend through understanding of its truth
The spirit of my titanic energy came to be

Twas the seed of he who shall set his people free
The pious solider who became the General of Grandeur Alexandros the Conqueror of calamity

Now resting in the Mecca of masculinity.