Passion From “The Princess Bride”
Everything took place in his affections
Hunting was his love.
He never let a day go by without killing something
It didn’t matter what.
He could happily spend an afternoon tracking a flying squirrel
Once he was determined,
Once he was focused on an object,
the Prince was restless.
He never tired
He never wavered
It was death chess,
and he was the international grand master.
Designed it himself
He built the zoo of death
Kept brimming with things he could hunt
To keep a man happy.
He was an eternal optimist
Fierce and powerful as he was
Choose prey by luck
He excelled.
