GRITSTONE

In the deep bowels of Vulcan
With its hot fires engorged,
This man was not born
But by Thor’s hammer forged!

His cold steely eyes
Put the blue in the skies,
And the gale forces blow
When this mighty man sighs.

Olympus falls silent
As he strides towards their door.
Demi-gods cower
As Zeus hits the floor.

The toughest of men
He fills with deep dread.
Why, even the Boogeyman
Checks under his bed!

When the day is the darkest
This man stands alone!
All hail the emergence
Of the mighty Gritstone!