Thunder rolls over the land,

Tightening my hand;

Fast as wild fire,

Trailblazing not to tire;

Three obstacles stand in my way,

Only to go around as play;

Breathing not a necessity,

Sloths are a rarity;

Two legs are no match for four,

Only to go through the door;

Drum beats sound,

Not only on the ground;

Slide to a hault,

Bodies under assault.