A mirror image of who he once was.

Once a dashing young prince of a man

A smile that would make the ladies swoon

Covered from head to toe in a bronze tan

The stature of a legendary British Dragoon

Feats of bravery and daring heard near and far

Winning the ladies hearts across the land

Many looked upon him like a star

His good looks and hard body went hand in hand

But as always, the case

A foe beyond his strength did rise

His slow fall from grace

An enemy did take him by surprise

It was neither man nor beast

An adversary that was so sublime

A fight he put up at least

The prosecutor of his demise

Was an enemy without pause

An opposition working overtime

Made him a mirror image of who he once was

The enemy of his was non-other than father time.


Prompt Courtesy of : https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/12/01/december-writing-prompts-2/