♫If you go down to the woods today, you’re in for a big Surprise♫

With churlish taint of sturdy heart,

the stuntman waits to play his part.

Though deep within his psyche of steel,

thumps a heart that’s just as real.

As yours or mine ... the common man,

the one who has a different plan.

Who stands in awe to see the way,

the stuntman cheats the fates today.

He waits to hear his cue to go,

from those who mastermind the show.

The men of weird and fickle ways,

who look upon with a cynic’s gaze.

They savour every little spill,

these men who only pay the bill.

Who stand and gape at all the action,

bent upon the main attraction.

This man ...who with his fearless nerve,

astounds these folk, he works to serve.

Yet for all his guts and thunder,

all it does, is make you wonder.

What kind of man you’ve seen today,

who treats the fates this casual way.

Then makes his act look oh so easy,

while others pale, turn wan and queasy.

As past them now the stuntman flies,

through flaming hell across the skies.

To show his skill and cheat his fate,

then turn up for another date.

To shape the daunting forces of his time,

he rides with flashing broadsword as a sign.

This laird so charged with vigour for his task,

will die for queen and country should she ask.

For all that makes a kingdom great, will come

to him in time.

Since his will be the seed which spawns the

royal line.

And yet he journeys forth, without a thought,

that this will be the cause for which he fought.

His spur is but the will to serve his queen,

and spoil the plots that other evildoers - scheme.

For in the end he knows that destiny alone,

will pick the one to sit upon the throne.

The Eagle

The eagle from its eerie high,

sifts the shifting pattern right.

Then soars aloft with grace and poise,

to chose when best to strike.

For instinct does without a doubt,

dictate the terms survival cites.

With lightening speed it hurtles down,

to clutch in fiersome talons tight.

The object of its scorn.