There is a man who, for two score or more,
Has christened the metal scene with God’s word
He wore the 80s well and the 2000s better
His voice testifies Heaven’s every love letter—
A sound that charges my heart and slinks down my spine,
A sound which even the angels have yet to define
The silver band upon his left hand makes him that much hotter
In another plot line, it could’ve been mine if I were older than his daughter
With his silky hair and large, capable hands,
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Devilish thoughts of a godly man?

His legs circumnavigate the world in one step
Like Jacob’s ladders his marine eyes shine
He assumes his power, ruler of stage, story, and song
A mighty persona when not before The Almighty,
He’s...