Harmony

The drops of tireless
Smashing, bashing, running
And defending
Trickle down my lucid spine.
Dancing to the pounding beat,
The ravenous rhythm,
The arduous thud,
The connecting drum.
Feel that gasp escape
My withered lips,
My intrepid efforts,
Torn by a checkerboard.
My mind focused
Yet sensitive to the pain
Writhing in my opponents blood
As I deliver a slam.
A yelp coincides the cheer
Perfect harmony.