Rippled Valou

By Adeyeri Jerry Wordsmith....

Strength like the Clawed Warrior
Drilled in fortified valour
Power- to them it belong
... Focus- a make up they adore
Even the gods dare them not
Not in a sine messione of combats...
Defilers of fate they are-men of more
Ne'er hazed by tradition or norm
Yet so stoic they abide
As in valour they tame storms
And on vision they take rides
Heroes- so they are named!
And men clap- and women chatter...

From tempests they make wines
Even from deafening hollers they make beats
Fears and woes they haunt
Amidst ados, they brew strength to battle
As shields well raised make plates of meats
Even skulls of impossibility- a skin for wine it stands
With metals of bravery,
Brains of failure they smash
Never so light of determination they swing
To voice desire and forge in pace they sting
On the very muse of winning they gaze
As they ride on wings of victory
Even as Kings nod at their valiance
Fathers ponder- Mothers all wonder...

Men will sing, all will see
Toddlers 'll dream, Aged 'll tell
The tales of Greatness by Heroes carved
And crowns worn and hanged in time
Yet, spaces 'll abound for more
That have charms to explore the traits
Possessed by all, but seen by few
Afterall, all wish the mark
But Heroes see its scars
We yet sing of their fame for long
The tunes? Never filled without ours lyrics
For our valour can be rythmed likewise
And our fame can dazzle in ripples
If we can but thrive just more....