Modesto

 

The unassuming man

Who’s neither hip nor cool

With his gentle manner

Thought by most a fool

 

Their words just fall away

As he deflects the blows

Fueling his fires

Upon broken slings and arrows

 

Disciple of silence

Time his willing ally

Harnessing the minds force

Seeing through the third eye

 

Creating a new order

Using rhythm and rhyme

Expanding each moment

Mastering space and time

 

Rumbling thunder roles

Kinetic force in hand

Riding lightening crashes

Tempest few can withstand

 

The stage is now set

Beckoning searchlights call

He storms into view

And a roar rocks the hall