Classic Poem

Grasp and grip me at thy will,
Bite me, singe me, scorch me, thrill.
Freeze my breath's hard-heaving flood,
Pour thine iron to whet my blood.
Be my file and make my strength
Keener than the keen sword's length.
Clamp my breast with iron rigour
Lest it burst with pent-up vigour.
Rave and riot at thy will
Bite me, singe me, scorch me, thrill.
Stretch my sinews, stretch and bend,
Hold my breath confined and penned.
Flash 'midst hoary flakes of light,
Lord it over all with might.