Rasta Man

When he had power to strike his wand,He was standing there as Rasta; Ferocious,Unapologizing, Threatening,
His eyes intimidating, Making you feel conscious about self. He looked like Warrior who was just seeking a way to celebrate joyous Victory at end of the war. He walked and behaved like World was his to take.

He just walked right to upto a lady with long dark wavy hair that almost wanted to wrap earth around her. Her hair looked so silky and shiny that you couldn't help but keep watching them swayed by the air. He put hands on her shoulder to make her turn around. She turned and looked breath taking Gazelle; a complete bliss. Her features seemed so delicate as they would melt into you. He gazed deeply in her eyes and pulled her to floor.

She didn't know how to react She was just floundered by his Strength and Dominance. He was unapologizing for taking what he liked. She never had a stranger sweeping her off her feet. This is when she realized what it means to be 'weak on knees'. She wanted to run away but her knees and heart failed her.

She couldn't dare to lock eyes with him yet made her feel strangely comfortable. It felt like if she only bowed to this man, she would be safe from the rest of the mankind.

He was letting her have all the fun she ought to yet kept her in strong hold. As if unspoken rule allowing her to be childlike but under adult supervision. She was just his baby who would do everything to draw his attention and provoke him. Yet all she wanted was him to take care of her and love her. It is weird tact yet it made all sense in her world. She just wanted to test he would not hurt her. He was her Protector!

Seek of courage

Free me of my dreams father;
Relieve me of anxious mind;
Give me heart of courage;
a heart of lion,
to face the battles,
that I ought to live through,
and be unmoved from other Mortals!