The Master

The lion stands his ground again, Reflecting on his fate, Remembering his youth and when Nobody thought him great... He proved them wrong, defiantly, Determined, come what may, As if it all were meant to be, His destiny, his way... Contenders sought to take him on, To test his strength and guile, His legend, thus, was built upon His power, speed and style... He made them wince, he made them groan, He made them turn and run, Until as King, he took the throne, His battles truly done... Behold the lion, standing there... Take note with true regard, He may look noble, debonair, But sentiment discard... If you've got doubts, stop wondering... He'll make you understand... For he's the Master, Lord and King, The Ruler of this land... Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'The Master'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com