Michael Harris Poet Epic

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

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