The man of steel

Behold the man of steel,
Born with great heart to steal.
He feeds off the mountain hill
And waits upon that love to heal.
Heal such broken and deserted seal,
The one seal that made him weak and ill.
He tries to survive by will
And runs and struggles still.
I love the man of steel,
For neither man nor demons could appeal.
Indeed he made a deal,
Sold his soul on this ordeal.
Wrong his soul was freely patched seal,
Engraved in the very same quill,
Where of course he made his first kill.
Alas!
Death befell this greatman of steel
And the dust and wind from me they steal,
The waters of the sea remains still,
And the whales that stirs the sea seals the deal.
A hero once again is swept by time's ordeal
and narrowed the gates of plenty to feel.