He eats the rule book for breakfast..
Walks through closed doors effortlessly..
A steely glint in the sky of his eyes..
In deadly silence his voice of truth travels beyond..
Heart as deep as the roaring sea..
Knowing no bounds..
An authority only to himself..
The king of his own kingdom..
As all men should be..
Bones scorched by source..
Sovereign as the sun..
His word is all the wealth he’ll ever need..
His love is his light..
He won’t do as he’s told..
Will never bend a knee..
And neither should you..
Born of freedom..
To die the same way..