He was focused on his task at hand

Backstage at a muscle model show

He had trained hard for months

Only moments now until he stood

On that stage in front of all to show

All of a sudden all the noise around him

All the smells and people in the room

Vanished no smell no sight no sound

Of his current place or task at hand

There she stood…. What a Beautiful sight

All he could see was her

He...

A humble man, of Medicine

Travelled Far and Wide

Meeting People From All The Lands

Learning Their Medicines in His Stride

Overseas and Mountains High

All The Places in Between

Gathering All The Knowledge He Could

From Every Place That He Had Been

Some Call Him A Wanderer

For They Not Know His Plan

A Wandering Wonderer

The Travelling Medicine Man

~Fortis...

A Man Can Give His All

Yet, He’s A Monster, They Will Say

A Man Can Fight For All

Yet, A Monster He Remains

A Man Can Lift Others Up

Do All He Can To Help

Yet, A Monster is, What He is Called

When Will This Man, Believe it For Himself

So I Ask, You All This Question

As it Seems, You All Concur

Please Do Tell, No Exemption

When Does A Man Become… A Monster?

~Fortis...

Oh why my brother?

Have ye not learned?

To demonstrate with energy

One must refrain

For his zealous actions

May be seen as he

Were to overcompensate

For fruitful it could be

If done the proper way

The silver lining it seems

When life gives you lemons

You make lemonade

~Fortis...

Oh how I love the sound

As your hoofs hit the ground

Thunder it seems some would say

But to me it’s music to my ears it plays

Trot or canter, gallop or buck

My favourite pet, from first ride, you stuck

~Fortis...

A Moment, I Prayed Would Never Come

A Moment, in Time All Came Undone

A Moment, I Wish I Could Reverse

A Moment, Unto Death I Immerse

Life Without You, A Moment I Deny…

~Fortis...