The Calm Beyond the Oche
The Calm Beyond the Oche
Beneath the spotlights’ warming gaze,
In dartboard’s sacred realm he plays,
Luke Littler, master of the oche,
A legend’s tale begins to grow.
His arrows fly with steady grace,
Aiming for the dartboard’s embrace,
Precision guides each measured throw,
As whispers spread, his feats do grow.
On the stage, a presence blooms,
A beacon in the darkest rooms,
The “Cristiano Ronaldo” of his art,
He captivates right from the start.
But Luke stays grounded, full of poise,
Despite the accolades and noise,
For in his heart, a calming sea,
A ‘calma’ celebration, humble and free.
For each dart thrown, a lesson taught,
That greatness lies in deeds, not thought,
In peaceful moments, he finds his flow,
In humble spirit, seeds of greatness sow.
So raise a glass and join the cheer,
For the ‘Cristiano Ronaldo’ standing here,
Luke Littler, darts’ tranquil maven,
Unleashing calmness, dreams he’s striven.