I Am

I AM® I am Arthur, Cupid and the edge of a bow Soldier of 9 lives in this generation of hue His armoury brandished by men And sculpted by the One God, Broken, battered and buried soul In dismal and dark crypts of life But leap out of the dungeon of obscurity To set pace for a long but new voyage. I am A train in motion; watch me to catch a glimpse, I am a word in flight Write it down quickly for it last I am a prophesy in season To come to pass in due course I am a bubble bustling in a glass Can you feel the magic? I am a man in race You can catch the moment But not the main man Catch the benefits of my pain, My gallantry lore and conferring boons, My chariot comes but now Right on the move to a spectacle You feel the snap wind. Catch what I leave behind - My legacy, my story and triumph, Hear the fading sound Of the chariot of fire basking away in explosives. On the move like my fathers before me Taping from the drip of my crimson river, Draw the benefit from my predestined existence. I am The man that is loosed Not the man on the loose. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2016.