Legend
While his glory is fading
Into the years
All he can do
Is sit back and drink beers
Once he was an immortal
A legend in flesh
Now in freefall
Of which he can’t express
Once paying money
They came to witness his bouts
Just to see his foes
Crumble and pout
In the days of old
Days of power and gold
Select empires stood
Oh, so mighty and bold
In the beginning
They were unstoppable
As they grew
Defeat became impossible
Yet every dog has his day
Every power must pay
A price of pride,
Seldom known by most
For this price results inevitably
In a loss of the thrown
For so very long, he sat proudly
Atop all peers
All the while striking down
Upon them an insurmountable fear
In his prime no mortal
Could stand face up rewarding him with defeat
They all eventually
Scrambled in a panicking retreat
This man was a god
Of the Boxing ring
Envied by all
Even the most powerful kings
Yet now his whole body
Is now slowly degrading through the years
This is a legend’s
Darkest fears
For in eyes of thy own
There is no consolation prize
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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