He sought it in low-countries where men turned their head.
But when he met the beast, it would not yield.
So he wrestled with it until blood
Was wrung from his veins, until
Tears dripped down his face, and Defeat
Graciously accepted him.
Children stare at the scars on his body,
Eyes bright with wonder.
--April 1, 2013
Prompt: Use the first line of a famous poem to write your own poem.
Poem Used: "Epitaph on a Tyrant" by W.H. Auden