THE MAVERICK

Riding home on lightning, he strikes with thunder
The gallant ways of the maverick, fills the heart with wonder.
Squandering through the sleet; the pride immense,
With his head held high, the evident arrogance.
Bringing back with him, the evergreen flames,
The fire of life: the power he tames.
His haughty eyes, alive in the Godly radiance,
Say there is no such thing as a game of chance.

Gathering the darkness, the source he burns,
The secret of creation, the secret he learns.
Breaking hell asunder with his weapon of love,
The defeated hallucinations; and the flying dove.
The fragrance of victory on the insurmountable peak,The guiding beacon, once again, the maverick.