He sat on a boulder like a statue.
His eyes studied the forest and its trees.
This land belonged to the mightiest man.
As far as he was concerned, it was his.
He rose to his feet and started to walk.
A bear raised its paw to strike down the man.
He grabbed the paw and flung the bear away.
His muscles rippled as he threw the bear.
An ox appeared and charged at the fighter.
He grabbed the horns before they could pierce him.
The ox shook its mighty head to break away.
Instead the ox was pinned down on it's back.
The man journeyed until he was hungry.
A giant tree stood with delicious fruit.
The man leapt his way up from branch to branch.
His wavy hair glistened in the sunlight.
He reached the top and claimed his worthy prize.
His teeth penetrated the sweet young fruit.
Grateful is fruit to be eaten by him.
With a kick, he knocked the tree to the ground.
Night soon overtook the once bright blue sky.
A swarm of bats circled and bit the man.
His clothing was shredded to mere pieces.
Yet, the flesh could not be torn by those fangs.
The full beauty of his muscled body.
It struck fear into the wild animals.
His virility was matchless out there.
He masculinity was unrivaled.
He reached the end of the forest he tread.
No one could doubt his birthright as the king.
His male beauty left all of nature weak.
It beckoned to serve under his scepter.
