The Master

Beyond the Gates of Hercules
The Gate of Freedom stands.
The courage of a hero sees,
And lifts him with his hands.
He carves a statue beautiful
From glowing, golden stone,
And there she lives, heroical,
Who has his spirit shown.

Her gaze goes, brilliant, past all fates,
Her body’s fierce and proud.
Her maker is a hero unabate’,
With head and soul unbowed,
To pass on through Herculean gates
To Freedom’s Gate, where she,
With lasting youth will hold his truth
Who’s earned his right to be—
A master of the beautiful
And lover of the free!

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2 Responses to The Master

  1. beautiful. effortless rhyme and masterful imagery.

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