He was the likely candidate <br />To be the tiger king, <br />The one that Nature would create, <br />From him new life to bring... <br />The one with fire in his eyes <br />And courage in his heart, <br />So that his foes would realise <br />That he would play his part. <br />There was no turning back for those <br />Who had to fight not fail, <br />Against another, way up close <br />To stay the Alpha Male... <br />The road ahead was paved with fears <br />That he alone must face, <br />Yet with defiance through these years, <br />These dangers to embrace. <br />There was no glory in defeat, <br />No pride beneath the stars, <br />No joy when some great beast can beat <br />And leave you scratched with scars... <br />For him, the years would not be kind, <br />Old age would sap his strength... <br />The tiger king would one day find <br />His resting place at length... <br />For now, defeat was far away... <br />In youth, he looked sublime... <br />His destiny he must obey, <br />Triumphant for a time... <br /> <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br /> <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/manchurian-king/
