An Ode to Big B

Leap and shake, with a piercing look
And hold the masses in dumbstruck awe
While gun in hand, the circling crook
Cringes a moment in all his raw

A burst of fire, a crimson smear
Do nothing to stop his steely gaze
As he moves ahead and comes near
And with his lightning left, sets the world ablaze

Such is the shadow of one man's lore
The rage, the grace and the booming tone
A magic that turned three score and four
And left unturned no eastmancolour stone