Lionhearted

The alpha male was at his peak, Triumphant, in his prime, His muscles showing his physique Confirming him sublime... Let other lions cower near, Let other lions flee, The alpha male had none to fear, Behold his majesty! His outward form matched inner strength Revealed within his eyes, That firm resolve at any length Meant there'd be no surprise... One look would send your blood to chill, You'd pray like any saint! Perhaps you'd make it to the hill... One roar, perhaps you'd faint! The world was his, that's how he felt, A sovereign king, no less, With smouldering looks to make you melt, That's how his sort impress... If I were you, I'd stand well back, I don't care if you've prayed! He's not the kind I'd like to track, It's no good tempting fate! Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lionhearted'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com