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Updated on April 19, 2012

A florid touch of red about his cheeks

Swarthy, staunch and gruffly looks

The virile black hair swept backwards

A man of purpose, unknown to books

Such a majestic stride, had he

And a wholesome, hearty, laugh

Strong of mind and spirit

Fierce and adamant like a wanton calf

Sturdy frame and furious frown

The eyes sparkled wild

Just and fair to his rigid conscience

His will, neither wavered, nor was mild

A voice that rumbled like a brook

Deep beneath the surface of the earth

A man who could toil, blood and sweat

And lived vibrant, as the heat of his hearth

His passion was insurmountable

He hated and loved with his all

His temper as uncertain as his fortune

His very life, he devoted to his call

Woe is the man who trusts himself

A thousand pities from Heaven befall him

For he knows not to ask for help

His will and tenacity ruin him

He who could regret, oh, so scorching!

Like a beast, he wandered loveless

He whose repentance undid him

To amuse fate, was his wretchedness, heartless

Trust not thyself

For fate is blind

And you seek peace

Whence all is destined


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      Sharon Christy 5 years ago from India

      Thanks aviannovice!

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      Deb Hirt 5 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      A tale told in the voice of splendor. Another excellent work, Christy! Voted up and awesome.