Hammer

HAMMER

His steps , are heard
From afar
In his walk
Their’s the essences 
Of conquered hearts


He is dressed
In the finesse
Money can ask !
Black leather
Of kings
With  shoes to match

A warrior
A conquerer
Of hearts .
He leaves
Behind his lovers !
Broken
Dismantled
A battle, over before it starts

Hammer !
Is his name
A tool of wood and iron
Like his heart
Indigent
To shame

His touch
A  antidote
To pain .
His kiss
Is another door
To shame .
To love him
Embodies  his name

When the hammer falls
Is the end of the game