Character

Armour plated Sword wielding Grim determined Heart beating Friend and foe Always leading Is he man Or God seething Suited man By clothes protected He's the one Best selected Never losing Unaffected Fighting on So well directed One like either Born to be No conditions Can set free The making of A man as he No grasping straws Create him thee Patroclus in A race to win Was just a man Of normal sin He never knew Mistake he made To don the suit In death he laid What lesson learned Too late to know And not to be A friend in show But be yourself And act no other Even though You be his brother