It’s like a cocaine and adrenalin bomb
detonating inside my
(Already Wired-Up) brain,
at the precise moment
that the Battle Drummer Boy
directing the rapid, fluid movement
of my Welsh Roaring Dragon Heart…
rimshots the snare drum
of my Barbarian Soul.
I spent a Century
within the Waiting Chamber
between this Life and the Last…
smashing my ‘No Surrender’ forehead
against the Anvil of Determination.
Each dramatic twist and turn
merely sharpens my instincts
and darkens my armour…
when your sight is predator-focused
there are only Targets left visible…
and I always hit the bullseye
with the Impact of a cliff bottom BOUNCE!