Armour plated
Sword wielding
Grim determined
Heart beating
Friend and foe
Always leading
Is he man
Or God seething
Suited man
By clothes protected
He's the one
Best selected
Never losing
Unaffected
Fighting on
So well directed
One like either
Born to be
No conditions
Can set free
The making of
A man as he
No grasping straws
Create him thee
Patroclus in
A race to win
Was just a man
Of normal sin
He never knew
Mistake he made
To don the suit
In death he laid
What lesson learned
Too late to know
And not to be
A friend in show
But be yourself
And act no other
Even though
You be his brother