The leader of his pack was he.
Unquestioned master of his domain.
No quarrel did this titan shirk,
Success his in every campaign.
A fiery glare would melt any foe.
Dogmatic views to bury their will.
Now pliable, their thoughts yield to his.
With fear are the lackeys stricken.
Yet who could know this harsh façade
Had crumbled before a softer one?
A moon-faced waif of hour glass shape
Had cracked this titan’s bastion.
Fate gives no reason for its strange path
Sometimes its lack of logic is ignored.
Too much to do on this Friday night,
Still an outing his toady had implored.
He had no use for the carnival,
Twas a massive waste of his time.
The funhouse was a palace of fools
And attractions were all clad in grime.
But for reasons unknown
He caved into to his lieutenant’s plea.
Disgust not masked, he strode the gate
To destiny’s rendezvous he could not foresee.
The faded paint proclaimed a shabby dance hall,
“The Sand Dollar” its misplaced name.
The music struck a familiar cord which
Sparked in him a long-dead flame.
At first he didn’t notice her with raven hair piled high
Her fuchsia dress and dangling jewels in motion.
When through the smoky night a thunderbolt struck,
He succumbed as if under a potion.
Instincts warned him to make his escape,
To depart this dangerous place.
But he was transfixed and unable to flee,
And he yearned for her passion’s embrace.
All the night he gave chase – “Don’t you know who I am?”
But his plea this to this vixen did not impress.
As she danced with him, her flirtations enflamed
His desire, a passion she would not let him express.
As night waned to day, his anxiety grew.
From her spell he could not take flight.
In desperation he plead for a gift
A reminder to always keep in his sight.
In amused resignation, she slips from her foot
A battered shoe scuffed from the night’s dancing.
Like a castaway man grasping for food,
He grabs it, a wild man now grabbing.
Now by titan’s side a relic is forever present.
A lady’s slipper, faded, battered and worn
Makes what seems to be an odd holy grail
From it, both failure and victory are born.