Warrior of flesh that he knows.

What does make the man that makes himself a king?
A conqueror of his domain, the body he sees himself in.

Ripped with tone with muscle to bone,
A warrior of flesh that he knows.

Battles hard won, efforts of trained perfection,
Victory in gaining from loss.

Strive for your freedoms from soul driven pain,
The worth of your game is the cost.

Birds without wing that never find flight,
Beauty to have and to hold.

Vulnerability caged with agility,
Escape us on legs gilded gold.

Pumping iron makes the man of steel,
Orient produces machine.

Brings with it soul so fine,
Sweet nature of ancient design,
Seek and achieve,
Whatever you wish will be done.

Copyright. © Robyn Whittaker. 2009.