The Hero of Gor

 

- Neil Harding McAlister

 

 

Flushed with hot conquest, the hero of Gor

Rides home triumphant, victorious in war.

Into his audience hall watch him stride,

Thrusting his chest out with masculine pride.

 

Bright is the armor and fearsome the sword

Wielded by such an invincible lord!

Crimson the blood that his enemies shed;

Piled high the vanquished that he left for dead.

 

With a self-satisfied sneer on his lip,

He doffs his helm and the blade on his hip,

Throws down his buckler, and mounts to his throne,

Smugly assured that his kingdom has grown.

 

Grand are his palaces, vast are his lands.

Legions of minions respect his commands --

Soldiers and courtiers and vassals who say

He is the Master whom they must obey.

 

New-captured slave girls in scanty attire

Cringe at his feet and await his desire.

Soon they shall yield their voluptuous charms

To his fierce lust, in his muscular arms.

 

When spoils of victory he would enjoy,

Who would his revelry rudely destroy?

Only one woman would dare be so brash --

“Honey! Log off now, and take out the trash!”

 

© 2007, NHM